Road-tripping with my three youngsters today, we didn't exactly encounter beach weather in Marin. But as we drove out Lucas Valley Road to the village of Nicasio, then south to Sir Francis Drake Drive and out to Pt. Reyes, we moved into a surreal world of austere beauty, bathed in fog.
Every now and again, it seems like you can see best when you can't see much at all. Northern California's skies often are such a pure, bright blue, bereft of clouds, that it almost hurts to see.
Not so on the summit of a modest hill, surrounded by a thick fog, and craggy trees with Spanish Moss. The world of prehistoric monsters?
No one else was around. The four of us took a short hike. It was utterly silent. The beauty was terrifying. Our hands grew cold. When we returned to the car, everyone shuddered slightly and then felt the warm internal air close around us for the return drive.
Through the camera lens, all colors had disappeared, leaving a world of black, white, and gray...
Photos by Julia and Dylan.
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