Coquina and I went walking around the Black Point a few days ago. Late winter sun slanted ever more acutely as we made our way down the beach, through the dunes, and then towards home, through a path surrounded by brilliantly lit grasses.
Angled light reflected from arced leaf and sturdy stem.
Tans and russets and ochres and browns….
Sun backlit my furry friend.
A few hundred feet off the path, a sparse cedar hurled a flare of color.
To which I went, as a prospector called to the glint of metal.
There was lichen, yellowgold lichen, on areas large and small.
The sun struck shadows over all.
There were nuggets of color on the trunk.
On a branch.
Was a mother lode of gold.