Rana Banerjee Photography Blog

Above the clearing where we made camp, we stumbled upon the reason for the path we were on, that once was wide enough to allow wagons or cars up, to provide materials to build the miner’s cabin and frame out the mineshaft. Now some decades on, the cabin and mineshaft entrance are both crumbling into the ground, providing a dramatic counterpart to the sea on pinon trees all around.

I would watch it catch fire every sunny evening. High Voltage indeed.

This great old door with its fake flowers were also shot during my walk with young Mr. Russell.

Ricky’s Flower Market across the street has pansies. Lots of them. They pretty.