One of the things I’m most thankful for is the ability to explore West Coast nature, like this spot: Malibu Tunnels⛰🕳 It’s a windy channel of conglomerate rock that acts like a barrier from the turbulence of civilization. There’s a canopy of cottonwoods and live oaks scattered about. Rattlers basking in the sun. A honeycomb mounted in a hueco. A flow of creek water cascades down and through the rock piles. Further down the stream, a face of cobblestone rocks- purple, green, brown, red- protruding upon a beige sandy looking canvas. There’s a busy road a hundred feet above; honking and roadside noise remind us that this respite is in close proximity to a bustling city. But then the gurgling water overwhelms the sound of motor vehicles emanating from above, dislodging you from the constraints of spatial and temporal associations, you can almost close your eyes and forget where you are. @noahsahady photo 📍Chumash, Kizh, Fernandeño Tataviam, Micqanaqa’n and Tongva land.