At The Top of A Mountain

My bubble town lies just north of Los Angeles, cut off from the rest of the city by rolling hills in every direction.  Some might say its a hidden gem, a town that enjoys it’s solitary spot away from the blazing lights of tinsel town.  Most days out of the year, my valley is a brown wasteland. Dry brush blankets the hills and temperatures reach a boiling 100 degrees during the Summer.  Yet, there is a time before spring settles in when greenery engulfs the valley and wildflowers dot the mountainside.  After our brief winter, March rolls around and the hills become plentiful like the greenest mountainsides of distant lands.  It’s the briefest of moments, lasting only weeks before the ground begins to dry out once more, but on my daily commute into the valley from LA I make sure to stop and look at the beauty the Earth unveils once a year.

At the top overlooking the Valley

At the top overlooking the Valley

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Forces of Nature.”

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