In the spring of the year the foothills of Glenn-Tehama Counties in remote rural California display a purity of nature. This is a rarely traveled landscape. It is devoid of telephone poles, road dividers, and signage. Any sparsity of litter has been enveloped and hidden by the overgrown verdant grasses. The few ranchers who inhabit this area are fiercely protective of their property. This is the stuff of timeless geology unspoiled by man. Beholding the directional western light from a late afternoon storm Mother Nature’s sensuous handiwork is caressed while the lens’s compression of distance creates a magnificent hill scape studded with graceful distant oak trees.