Autumn in California is not exactly what I envision when I think of fall. I grew up in New England, which is the archetypal setting for bright yellows, reds and oranges. The smell of burning wood and morning coffee was something I expected and came to love. The imagery and experiences of autumn put an indelible stamp on my psyche and gave me a sense of seasonal yearning that continues to this day. But autumn in Southern California is different. Here palm trees sway with the Santa Ana winds while joggers pass by in shorts. Heat waves that skipped us all summer long now rear their heads into football season. Sunshine and cloudless skies make most of us forget about fall, but not me. I need my fix.
Scenic byway 395, Eastern Sierra