August, hazy flat light, heat, road time. Across the San Joaquin, Lost Hills, Bakersfield, Tehachapi, Highway 395. Trying to escape the last of the summer travelers and get into the mountains again.
"The dog days are over,
the dog days are done,
the horses are coming, so you better run" - Florence and the Machine.
Looking forward to the horses of Fall.
|It's a Wonderful place|
|Fields of West Bakersfield|
|Keeping us from jumping into the trees|
|Home on the range|
|Underpass, Highway 99|
|Western Slope, Highway 58|
|We live on the top of the hill.|
|Smoke can make for some great lighting|
|Mt. Williamson evening|
|Another Forest Service campsite|
|Wetlands along a high creek|
|This just feels like summertime|
|Little Lakes Basin|
|Morning in the meadow|
|Homeward bound, smoke lingering in Estero Bay|