Day 270 - my town...

still has open farm land....so far.

75-300mm lens

1/1000 @ F 5.6/ ISO400

{adj. levels, "Jazz-it-up" action, defog, vignette and frame}

Day 83

Well...it is a landmark...to us.

These palm trees line the old entrance into CMF; California Medical Facility.

It's a huge, huge prison built way back in 1955. My dad was on staff there for years until he retired in 1986 (three months later he un-retired and worked at Folsom Prison for 5 years, when he finally really retired at 65). I went there a couple of times with my Dad as a kid and it scared the bejeebers out of me. They stamped my hand with ink you could only see with a blue light so I didn't wash my hands the whole time I was there for fear of washing off the stamp.

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Charles Manson spent a large chunk of his sentence here until he "caught on fire" and was later transferred to San Quinten. My Dad remembered dealing with Manson and didn't have much to say about him except that he was a bozo. (I love my Dad's lingo.)

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CMF is, basically, what I see out of my window at work every, single day.

The Vaca Hills....(sigh) I love these hills. When you see a long stretch of them it's almost like someone lay a huge, green blanket over a giant who's sleeping. In this photo the hills are directly behind CMF.