PHOTO REFLECTIONS
After two days of hiking in gales that had small trees threshing around like mad men and the air hazy with dust, and another day with the mist so thick it was difficult to see trees at all, I said on this page that I wasn’t hoping for the kind of perfect day the Southern California tourist bureau loves to talk about but that I’d settle for an average day instead.
By Reg Green
This morning, (Friday) the windstorm had passed, the view had been scrubbed clean like the windscreen after a car wash and at 7 o’clock in the Angeles National Forest not a leaf was stirring.
I wouldn’t say it was a perfect morning: I’d say it was a sublime morning.













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