I don’t know how many photos I’ve taken of this view. I pass it most days on the trail where I hike in the Santa Cruz mountains. It’s close to my house, and on the weekends the trail is full of bicyclists, families, and dogs. Weekdays, or early in the mornings, it’s empty. When I was younger and stronger I used to run up here every morning before work. The hills are green for a few weeks in April and early May. The rest of the year, yellow like this.
… at 59 seconds, there it is! The patriotic dachshund.
People think this is Grand Central Station. My friend Buford tells me that it is not. This is Grand Central Terminal. Buford worked in advertising in New York in the 1960s, and would run to Grand Central Terminal to catch the last train in the evenings. I watch Mad Men so I have an image in my head of what that would look like. I’m probably wrong about that too, though. Buford is from Texas and a great connoisseur of the cowboy boot. Don Draper, in a suit, and cowboy boots.
Monterey, Calif., first summer day in April.
