The landscape around Yosemite and the drive towards San Francisco is so foreign and different especially because we’re mostly used to Northeast and Northwest landscapes and terrains. I’ve driven it before, but not in a while. And really, there’s not too much to see except parched yellow grass, cows and some trees, but when the sun begins to go down the ride turns into something else all together. The sunset lingers across the entire stretch of the horizon with glowing edges at the ends of the earth. At this hour, the landscape takes on a dramatic turn when the windmills come into view. Silhouetted by the sunset, the rotation of the turbines mesmerize and I’m glad to be able to burn this image into memory once again.