At the top of the grade, just after old Hamilton Truck Trail, I saw the spooky old trees to the left, just as the sun was going down, and the hills looked old and strange and full of Mystery History, which I love.I had my camera, so I stopped, parked my Chrysler along Live Oak, walked across the road.
It was too late for my flash to do any good, so I took a few shots, holding the camera as still as possible.
Here's one of those old trees, next to some spooky old grass, on this spooky old night. Ain't much of a photograph, I know, but, I tell you, there's something weird and wonderful about this old tree with its big branches and frizzy, tiny micro-branches, right there where the old stagecoaches used to come and go up in these old hills, one hundred years ago.
