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My first memory is of losing my glasses. Had they not been found, folded carefully on the top edge of the sea wall, where would we be today?

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Marten

Breeze Lake is the highest in the line of Chain Lakes of the southern Yosemite, around 9,200 ft. From the fisherman's trail I angled my way up a series of rubble-strewn inclines from a monstrously dead ponderosa to a guardian group of redwoods that marked the way to Gaiea peak.

The marten was driven downward to escape quickly but it forced him to come straight at me. Those seconds were spent trying to recognize the animal, angry clenched eyes, a lanky and determined runner.












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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your scrubs are beginning to look like your glyphs, no, wait a minute, is that the other way round?

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