A few years later back at Yosemite the taste of ash at the throat blackened hills, smoke rising from the singed crowns of towering redwoods
where before we had strolled as if in cathedral light when the boys were little and taught them not to pick the wildflowers.
We stand agog in a waste land:
My shame, their wonder at where to start.
This photo, taken on our recent trip, a hilltop trail at Topanga State Park.
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