We took the dog for a short walk along the Corte Madera Creek midmorning. The wind was having a romp of sorts, cooling temperatures randomly as it blew changing directions on a whim.
I was exhausted already, which meant that there were going to be no other opportunities to go looking for novel angles of the mountain today to showcase in a post. But that’s just the thing about walking along the path here with the mountain so plainly in view: there is always a great shot to be had.
This one presented itself as the problem that makes mountain out of molehills … or boulders with their forests of lichen. From here the issue of keeping things in scale is a matter of perspective, isn’t it?