Sunday, January 10, 2016

Sunburn


One of the best moments of my photographic journey in 2015 came between Paso Robles and the Pacific as the golden sun swept undulating pastures dotted with stately oaks. I'm guessing that this bucolic glow is one of the reasons they call it the Golden State. My inviolate memory of the late forties in California is of these rolling hills that run from the coast to the Central Valley and from Orange County to Sonoma.

Equally sun kissed is this crescent of sand at Imperial Dunes just south of the Salton Sea. I would suggest that it's better seen in February than in July when temperatures soar to 120. Grab a date shake in Brawley while you're down there.



4 comments:

Daryl Black said...

Ah, yes, the Golden State. Your top photograph is quintessential California, and why millions upon millions of people flocked to the area and are still trying to make a go of it. A beautiful image, as is the shot of the Imperial Dunes. Thanks for sharing those warm ideas on this chilly January morning.

Terry T. said...

Steve,both are elegant compositions. Miss the Golden State summers.

Steve Immel said...

Thanks ya'll. Hell, I miss the winters.

John Farnsworth said...

Two fine compositions, Steve. Haooy to join you for another date shake anytime, pal.