Rise Above: Hot air balloons in Perris Sky


Posted by Farhat | Posted in Pretty is Perris | Posted on 22-03-2011

It was one of the nice warm day in spring . I was driving, when I got the glimpse of this hot air balloon. Luckily I had my camera with me and took these pictures. I am sure the three passengers in balloon flying on Perris Valley would have a great  experience of spectacular view of  snowy mountain ,wild  mustard fields and terrains. An adventure of lifetime for the riders as well as beautiful sight of colorful balloon for the viewers on ground.
For hot air balloon rides, check out Adventure Flights.

Beautiful balloon sailing through the blue sky

Descending to the ground

Touching the ground...

Further down...

End of the voyage, Finally all joy is yours.

Peace be upon us.

Paradise in Bloom


Posted by Farhat | Posted in Pretty is Perris | Posted on 20-03-2011

It is March , it is Spring  and it is Perris. You could not tell unless you come out and look around. New buds coming from dry and lifeless branches. Barren fields become meadows which are now heaven for sheep herds. These fields of  wild Mustard are along Goetz and Ethanac roads near Perris Valley Sky Diving area and  are clearly the signs of beauty and advent of Spring .

Mustard is a plant of  Brassicaceae Family which also includes cabbage, broccoli, cauliflower, kohlrabi, brussel sprouts, radish, turnips. Wild mustard which has become invasive weed here but still its tiny yellow flowers are so abundant that the fields seem like covered with gold.  Just amazing .

Mustard plant with beautiful blossom

Mustard plants with yellow blossoms

Mustard field with sky divers in the background

Yellow patches of gold dust

Mustard flowers first symbol of spring and abundance

Fields of gold

Pleasure for eyes

Thing of beauty ,joy forever


To describe my feelings about these beauties and joy of nature and how change brings the message of hope,here is  Robert Frost’s Poem:

A Boundless Moment

“He halted in the wind, and — what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most. 

“Oh, that’s the Paradise-in-bloom,” I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.”

Peace be upon us.