Oak Branches

We went to a new park this morning because OilMan wanted to pick up some gravel nearby. It features a "frisbee golf course" which seems to be frequented by hefty twenty something men in black t-shirts who take it all very seriously, doing warm-up stretches, and lugging bags full of specialty frisbees.

The verdant green hills are dotted with very old oak trees and cows. We were confronted by an angry angus who came quite close and bellowed alarmingly at us, but when we froze she decided we were harmless. Her calf, ambling along some distance behind her repeated the performance, but lacked fearsomeness. We were mostly afraid that he would bring mum charging back.

The entire city of Santa Rosa was spread out below us  with more hills in the distance. A different route took us back along the creek in the shade. 

Of all the bucolic, pastoral, blue skied shots I took, I finally chose these low growing, heavy oak branches. It is a live oak, so it actually has leaves now, but these branches, dressed only in moss, stretch out, leafless in the deep shade of the canopy.