Coming home from Lodi today, we took a drive through a part of the Delta I hadn’t seen since my teenage years, when I was dragged unwillingly along as my father piloted our cabin cruiser through the waterways. It is a much more interesting place when seen through adult eyes. We walked through the tiny town of Isleton, which I thought I would remember more vividly than I do. As I stopped to take a photo of this prickly pear, two other women photographers descended upon it at the same time, and we all three snapped companionably for a few minutes. Funny.
These wind turbines were definitely not part of the Rio Vista landscape when I was a teenager.



























