This is another flower from yesterday’s little trek to the Santa Cruz Mountains to coach some super oboists. I was surprised to see the camp full of what I think of as “city flowers”. I found very few that seemed like the typical Santa Cruz natives. Maybe I’m just clueless about what grows naturally there, though. I suppose I should read up on that.
Thinking of our very little time together, I only wish I could have had a few days with the musicians rather than a few hours: I like getting to know students a bit more so we have a connection. The great thing, though, is that all three are studying with excellent instructors (all of whom I know — one I’ve known for over forty years, believe it or not!). An oboist without a private instructor is like … well … a day without chocolate.
Okay … walk time. I hope you enjoy this colorful geranium.
Salmon Geranium, 8.11.15