After only one month in El Big, I return to California to check in with my mother. I experience a strange phenomena of reverse culture shock. The California traffic already seems too fast. People in the suburbs, in particular, seem really stressed out.
I spend all my time helping my mother move the entire contents of her house into a storage center and throwing out 40 odd years of acculmative junk. My two week visit stretches into entire month of September...
(Incidentally, if you look up "pack rat" in the dictionary, you'll see a picture of my dear mum.)
In between the moving, I take photos of the vanishing Oak trees in the foothills surrounding my mother's home...
Que emails me daily photographic updates of the changing Autumn leaves...
