There is a place where the road rises up just before descending into the hollow of Olema. Looking right, one can see the sheen of Tomales Bay sliding all the way north. The sad half light of the November afternoon gives the hills and fields a muted sepia tone like a photograph you might find in your grandmother’s attic.
"The Lady in the Red Brimmed Hat,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2016
, Article 26.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2016/iss2/26