Some locations take me back into the past. This one, in Central Oregon, reminded me so much of an older painting by Corot that after doing this one I had to go look it up. They were so alike. It felt like walking into a time machine. The path seems to wind into the dark where anything could happen. I almost expected to see Cezanne walking toward me, his painting pack on his back and a cigar smouldering in his old black umbrella.