Lake Oroville, CAL

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While I was organizing the back of my car, I took out my camera and tripod and set them beside my tent. The woman at the next campsite looked over and asked a question I hear daily: is that a camera? I said yes. Then she said the most interesting thing. What was there here for me to photograph?

We were camping near Lake Oroville, but I couldn't help but wonder what she and her husband were doing there, since they clearly didn't see the beauty of it. Were they lost? Were they enroute elsewhere? I don't know, but they weren't enchanted by the area.

I suppose that I should see these oversites as a blessing, because I'm the only one walking around here taking pictures. While I'm sure there are plenty of people along the coast, at Yosemite, or Mono Lake right now taking pictures, I'm the only one along Lake Oroville.  

Still, I can't help but feel that the Cottonwood and Oak that I passed this morning deserve more respect from those around them than they're getting.