



The California Redwoods are one of my touchstones; they always make me feel so small. Nothing can be so big that it matters in the redwood forest, or so I believe. With finals looming and the sun shining I am feeling pretty antsy these days and what better way to relieve antsiness than a mini vacation (as if camping last week wasn’t enough). We headed down to Sonoma this weekend for my cousin’s wedding and instead of taking I-5 we took the 101 to 299 to 5. Our trip back was about twice as long, but I got to go from my family and wine country, to redwoods, to ocean, to my hometown and In-N-Out, to a thunder storm on Siskiyou pass….and I wasn’t even driving. I will admit that I love being driven, if I feel comfortable with the driver, and when Nolan drives I am totally “chillaxed.” I took these pictures on our little trip. The first is of the redwoods, obviously, but I feel like this image does a good job conveying their hugeness; usually a comparison image is required. The second is kind of a comparison image; I’m inside a hollowed out Redwood (obviously I didn’t take this one). The third picture I took from the safety of the truck cab; the sun was going down as the storm was gathering strength. Snapping a photo of the lightening would have been cool, but that would have required me stopping, having the right equipment and knowing what the heck I’m doing….plus some luck I’d think. These clouds still look pretty sinister to me. The fourth picture is a fence and a pretty flower field. The composition isn’t exactly original in the sense that there are probably a million photographs taken similar to it, but I thought it looked kind of pretty. The sun was shining in just that spot, like it was winking at us or something.