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dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam glimpsed from the Kentfield portion of the Corte Madera Creek path in high winds

There was no shelter from the wind anywhere along the path by the creek this afternoon. Everywhere I turned, there were ruffles in every color, form, and texture — from the mist of clouds to the agitated waters and the grasses and plenty-leaved trees in between. As if this summer’s imperative for fashion has been one for curves.