SUMMARY: And I feel fine about this photo challenge.
Karma posts monthly photo challenges, which I read about on Dawn's blog. August's challenge from Karma is to post a photograph of the end of the earth. You can read her short post to see what she meant by it.
She's allowed archived photos for this month.
I've included not just those that look like there is nothing beyond, but also anything that adds a more literal feeling of the earth coming to an end.
I tried to pare down the quantity, but couldn't help myself. Here you go.
Hiking in the Santa Teresa Hills, looking north over San Jose--and the world ends just beyond it, burning into oblivion. (In reality, fog settles over the San Francisco Bay at sunset.)
Anywhere in the coastal range, looking to the west, there is nothing beyond but the eternal fogbank off California's coast. There be dragons. Here be tiny deer contemplating her mortality.
On another day, looking out towards the Pacific--but, nope, nothing there but endless clouds.
On a stormy day, the friendly field behind my home becomes an apocolyptic scene.
From atop Black Mountain, the ocean fog creeps in to consume the very ground on which we stand.
There used to be a valley with 1.8 million inhabitants at the base of Communications Hill. Today--gone, and a lone survivor climbs from the abyss.
A dark evening as the coastal fog bank consumes the very mountains and races towards the fleeing crowds.
From a high trail in Rancho San Antonio Open Space Preserve looking northwest, you can see the end of the world.
The world has fallen away below us.
(Fog at the Grand Canyon--the world ends here and we float in a sea of nothing.)
Oh, we've been here before--a month ago, and the world *still* ends here, out over the Pacific.
The end of the world at the end of the world.
(Cold war relics atop Milagra Ridge, south of San Francisco, on a foggy day.)
Out in the Sierras, obviously nothing could possibly exist beyond the far frozen peaks.
Back in Santa Teresa hills, you can clearly see that the world ends to the northeast beyond the castle on the mountain. (Lick Observatory on Mount Hamilton.)
Climbing Four Mile Trail up the side of Yosemite's cliffs to Glacier Point, the world falls away below you, sometimes thousands of feet straight down.
The world ends at the end of the world.
(From Montebello Ridge looking out at the sunset.)
