Everyone has that moment when they fall in love with
California. For some it is the moment when they step foot on virgin land.
Others it is that in between space where the blue sky meets golden yellow hills
in mid-July—a perfect contrast.
For me, I fall in love every time drive through the rise and
fall of mountains to hills and finally—when you see a horizon of nothing but
blue—a pale blue of sky meeting the expanse of ocean.
Not all of California is a city or green forests. There are
vast swaths of in between land. The land you drive through or fly over—checkerboards
of color that host a vast in between beauty.
