In the late spring and summer, the bay area turns brown. The green grass fades and the brown takes over.
When I first moved to the bay area in the early 90's, one of my friends who grew up in SF told me that I would learn to appreciate the beauty of brown. At first I didn't get it. To me it just felt like nature was sleeping. It felt even a grim in a way. I was coming from the northeast where late spring/summer means rain which means green grass and lush plants everywhere. Lauren didn't get the brown beauty either at the time.
By the time we returned to Boston in 2001, we got it. We understood.
I'm in the bay area this week. This afternoon as I was driving from Palo Alto to SF along 280 I had to pull the car over and take this photo.
Brown is beautiful.