This used to be a great place to sit quietly and listen to frogs, and wind. Now it’s bone dry, and there’s no glacier runoff, or even a glacier. All gone.
Dried Up Frog – Pond in The Range of Light | Yosemite, Headwaters of The Drought
Poetry
Pescadero Creek | one
A decade later some things look the same
while brambles’ insidious creeping weaves
new textures each year. Old pathways are gone.
So stand still, here. This is Pescadero.