Bishop is north of Death Valley, long drive through a rural and sparsely populated California. Berkeley is almost due west, but these drives took us through different worlds. Gradually the desert gave way to open farming country grateful for recent relief from drought. This rose up into to snowy mountains studded with bright blue lakes. We detoured around one just-closed pass; then dropped back into farm country east of San Francisco.
Gradually flowers in the desert gave way to willows and flowers in fields, and finally to the beautiful gardens of Berkeley. Even our short visit with family and friends allowed me to photograph the hundreds of flowers growing on the hillsides around the neighborhood. Most were new to me so you, dear reader, get to look them up.