It's my favorite part of my job, and my favorite time of the day, as ancient California white oaks (Quercus lobata) and California live oaks (Q. agrifolia) emerge from the mist. I like to think of them as ghost oaks from a time when the native people of this area relied on them for sustenance.
Unlike usual, I actually stopped the truck to take these shots. It's safety first here at Oak Watch!
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There is a steel post next to the trunk of this tree which you can't see from this distance. In the morning mist I like to think of it as a decorated staff that indigenous California families would lean against their favorite acorn producing trees to claim their bounty for the coming harvest. I know I would have claimed this tree for my brood. In fact the post supports an owl box to help control rodents in the mist-shrouded vineyard just out of sight.
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I am particularly happy with the (purely accidental) reflection on the hood of the truck.
Ansel Adams eat your heart out.