From the shore I decided to head towards the redwoods a few miles away.  These aren’t the ancient guys, I believe they are about a hundred years old or so.  I love the scent and feel of these woods.  As a raw amateur I wasn’t able to record the beauty and spirit of this place.  I had a little sunlight and did the best that I could.

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Photographs taken: 6/27/15

On the drive over I was thinking about the Grateful Dead shows I was going to see that weekend when Eyes of the World came on the radio.  Beautiful!
Eyes of the World
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Right outside this lazy summer home
you don’t have time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
wondering where the nuthatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away…

…Wake up to find out
that you are the eyes of the world
but the heart has its beaches
its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you
are the song that the morning brings
but the heart has its seasons
its evenings and songs of its own

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