Late afternoon glowing into evening as we head home, the golden hills of California’s coastal open spaces quietly hint of the west, wildness still possible.
Wild greens cascade down as if it were still spring, shading a quiet space to seek cool in the August afternoons.
And blooming suddenly, as if they had just arrived from another planet, Amaryllis belladonna put on a dance-worthy display. Growing side by side with poison oak, another late summer hue, rumoured to be pollinated by carpenter bees. Yet still so beautiful, so serene.