Each day we find wonder, if only we look.

Here above La Honda is the same ridge as the foggy one I posted as the Ghostly Breath of God. That’s my son and my dog in the sprouting oat grass. They love these hills. Even on such a marvelous day you can see fog beginning to form in the valley just beyond the trees, which happens to be where my house is located. Weather changes fast. In the center of the photo where the hills on the horizon take a dip, you can see a gray line. That’s the Pacific Ocean, ten miles away, at San Gregorio. Each day we find wonder, if only we look.