On Tuesday, I stood on the ridge. Wind whipping across her curves and mesas; wind lifting my spirits beyond weight of concerns, or the 4 million busy souls of L.A. Continue reading Ode to Upper Las Virgenes Canyon
On Tuesday, I stood on the ridge. Wind whipping across her curves and mesas; wind lifting my spirits beyond weight of concerns, or the 4 million busy souls of L.A. Continue reading Ode to Upper Las Virgenes Canyon