A glorious Wet Winter

It was a glorious Wet Winter here in Northern California. The gentle rolling hills are covered in deep, rich euphoric shades of green. The sky is a spectacular jumble of blues, whites and grey. The misty air hangs heavy with the taste of Bay Laurel.

Floating forward, a cacophony of primordial lush oak trees dot the misty landscape. Thousands of Mother Natures soldiers stand at the ready. Their lush arms holding a bouquet of late winter green. Golden hues hint at the inevitable awakening to come. A mesmerizing spectacle of natural abstractions, velvet textures and subtle movement.