Santa Cruz

A quiet beach

If you can find,

Solitude,

Peace of mind.

Kansas plains

fall,

skyline.

Colorado

Tincup Pass, south-east of the suburbs of Tincup, and directly west of St. Elmo. The peak in the center, Fitzpatrick Peak at 13,114 ft, is on the same ridge as Tincup Pass, which is also on the Continental Divide. This mountain group is the Sawatch Range.



The view from Tomichi Pass looking at the Hancock Pass and the trail leading up.

In the center of the photo there is a switch-back in the rocky area. There, 30 minutes after this photo, we were headed up there and a lady on a four-wheeler misjudged the slope and thrashed her ride, sending it down the mountain. Thankfully for her, she fell off after the first flip and was laying just off the trail. Her four-wheeler came to rest just in front of us, on the lower switch-back, dented and smashed.

the frontier town of Tincup, a Church, a General Store, and a crossroad.

Looking back to Tomichi Pass, from on top of Hancock Pass. The trail down, flows from right to left along the mountain ridge.

Tarpaper Shack sits atop the rockslide in the middle of this photo, the one lane trail around the right to the shack, is rough and narrow. Not much wider than the four-wheeler's tires. In the ravine along the left of the trail, 400 feet below, sits a rusted, crumpled Jeep shell and a broken, twisted motorbike. On the hike around and up to the shack we found a cold, clear mountain spring coming out of the rocks, refreshing.

Time Worn

Time takes its toll on us

And it tries its best just to steal our love

And we bend and we break but we don’t give up

Time takes its toll on us

From the start you touched my heart

And turned it in to something more

Beautiful, you’re beautiful

So why does it have to be so hard

To see you in the sunrise

Time takes, time takes away

Love remains, love remains

Time takes its toll on us
And it tries its best just to steal our love
And we bend and we break but we don’t give up
Time takes its toll on us

B. Norman

The End of the tunnel, in sight.

The last tunnel before the Golden Gate Bridge, coming into San Francisco from the North. Mirror image and invert plus and easy touch of blue glow.

Heavy fog makes me dreary.