A few weeks ago, I was staying on a farm in Lompoc, CA. Each day, Little Red Dog and I would head somewhere on this adventure or that. We would drive past this amazing grove of trees, well, not a grove, exactly– it was much more cultivated than that. Perfect rows, and endless. The twisty branches, bare and white reminded me of ghosts, ghosts of trees marching into the distance. One morning on the way to go hiking, I finally stopped and shot for a little while. Here is one of those shots.
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