When I was younger it was refreshing when parked in a traffic jam, to see a small plane fly past. I’d imagine myself up there effortlessly going somewhere in the cool air, looking at grand vistas, and oblivious to the frustrated drivers idling on hot asphalt. Now I’m living that dream, except I’m not oblivious to the highway. Instead it’s common for me to smile or even smirk at the traffic jams. Somehow my maturity hasn’t advanced to the level of keeping an impassive demeanor. 🙂
3117 Gaviota Traffic
You can find more words and pix about this on Edhat and my Photo Page, but I wanted to also mention here that we were actually on that highway four hours before. This morning we rode with friends out to the cute little blueberry farm just this side of Buellton.
0123 Berry Patch
A few years ago a very nice man cut an inch square piece out of my cheek. Basal cell I think he called it, and though it healed with no scar it did leave a scary memory. Since I detest sunscreen, I avoid sun whenever possible, wear a hat, and when doing activities like this cast aside any vestige of pride and take a beach umbrella.
0116 Solphobia
It may seem surprising, but only one person commented on this goofy looking fat man trying to blend in with the normal berry fans. It was the gal at the pay booth who said what a great idea it is. Of course, she was just being nice. 🙂
0117 Granite Berries
I overhead a mom tell her friend who was enjoying watching a toddler, “He’s been picking up rocks and eating those too.” Maybe he was inspired by the fact I was showing a similar level of maturity by sampling prodigious numbers of blueberries from my own bucket every time it started to fill up. Maybe if I could reach the age of this tree, I’d not only achieve maturity but even wisdom.
0102 Wise Tree
John & Anne Wiley 
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