Where poets speak their heart, on a one tree hill
I have much more dramatic images from the Palouse this year, but as you probably know me, I am quite fond of the softer, quieter and subtler moments that play out, and such is the case with this image.
I may not be much of one for getting up for sunrise, but once I am past that painful, awkward first two minutes, I really do enjoy being out as the day begins. In this case, there was a small group of us up on Steptoe Butte marveling at the texture in the sky and the soft light on the land. We started out at the top of the butte but stopped about halfway down at this pull-out and I promptly got my only pair of shoes soaking wet wading through the dew-heavy grass because I could see this tree from the road and I knew I needed a photo of it. And this is how that small group of us, tree included, began our Sunday morning.
More mornings should start like this.
Where poets speak their heart, on a one tree hill
I have much more dramatic images from the Palouse this year, but as you probably know me, I am quite fond of the softer, quieter and subtler moments that play out, and such is the case with this image.
I may not be much of one for getting up for sunrise, but once I am past that painful, awkward first two minutes, I really do enjoy being out as the day begins. In this case, there was a small group of us up on Steptoe Butte marveling at the texture in the sky and the soft light on the land. We started out at the top of the butte but stopped about halfway down at this pull-out and I promptly got my only pair of shoes soaking wet wading through the dew-heavy grass because I could see this tree from the road and I knew I needed a photo of it. And this is how that small group of us, tree included, began our Sunday morning.
More mornings should start like this.