The Old Oak Tree
In the hills south of San Jose, there is a hiking path that I try
to use on a regular basis, to get a jog in. Along this one
section, that takes you up a modest ridge line, there is
a majestic, dead oak tree, just off the path. Sometimes, these
big ‘ol vultures, would sit in that tree. I’ve always thought,
how absolutely photogenic this tree is. To have this mysterious
nude, in a black hooded cloak, possing with this tree, on an
overcast morning, would be such a cool concept.
On a day when a wonderful model was available, and willing to
go on a hike, I was able to finally get this idea done. She had
a step counter, on her smart phone - from the parking lot, to
this tree, and back again, was 8000 steps. Ater wards, we
went to a diner and pigged out on pancakes - we both felt we
had earned that.
to use on a regular basis, to get a jog in. Along this one
section, that takes you up a modest ridge line, there is
a majestic, dead oak tree, just off the path. Sometimes, these
big ‘ol vultures, would sit in that tree. I’ve always thought,
how absolutely photogenic this tree is. To have this mysterious
nude, in a black hooded cloak, possing with this tree, on an
overcast morning, would be such a cool concept.
On a day when a wonderful model was available, and willing to
go on a hike, I was able to finally get this idea done. She had
a step counter, on her smart phone - from the parking lot, to
this tree, and back again, was 8000 steps. Ater wards, we
went to a diner and pigged out on pancakes - we both felt we
had earned that.