Early morning solitude.
Frozen ground crunched beneath my feet.
Deadfall oak
enameled with snow.
enameled with snow.
Looking northeast towards Morgan Hill,
traces of snow in the far pasture.
traces of snow in the far pasture.
Layer of snow on fallen log.
Looking northwest towards San Jose, IBM Research facility on left.
The snow lingered
in deep shade.
in deep shade.
The City of San Jose once planned to
build a highway through here.
build a highway through here.
Collage of seasonal colors.
Lichen boulder blind. Young oaks,
like startled deer, seemed to flee before me.
like startled deer, seemed to flee before me.
All traces of snow soon melted. Only the far mountains kept their mantle of white.
(Alas! Tall oak at right has since fallen.)
(Alas! Tall oak at right has since fallen.)
Once farmland, then a golf course, now farmland once again.
What the future holds for this view is a sprawling industrial park.
What the future holds for this view is a sprawling industrial park.
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