For days#Haiku by Marsha Ingrao
On a winter day in Central California, it rains one day and fog rolls in for the next three or four days. The temperatures rarely fall below freezing within Woodlake’s magic circle of foothills. When they slip too low, wind machines roar all night beating the polar air to save the orange crops.
Sometimes you have to pull over and snap pictures of our beautiful foothills. Winter is the best time to photograph them because the air is clean of dust.
This scene arrested me and I pulled my car over and captured the clouds and the netted trees in January. You can’t see the foothills past the netting and the clouds.
The Kaweah Delta Valley was home to hundreds, probably thousands, of oak trees when the settlers came in 1852. In the winter for a couple of months the oaks are bare and eerie. Mistletoe grows unencumbered by any grooming efforts. Most of the trees have been left to their own devices since the Yokuts Indians quit harvesting acorns in the 1800s.
By February, the still bare oak stands alone in the field but without the stormy sky and with the grass starting to green up, it bears the hope of new life and another year.
I hope you enjoyed the winter life in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains.
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