from my window.I could get really annoyed at the power lines, but I’ll save it for another day. I once asked a guy from the power company why they didn’t bury the unsightly lines and was told that due to landslides (which really do occur quite often here) it was easier to repair them when they are above ground. I suppose that as long as I want electricity from the power company I’ll just have to put up with them. You don’t always get what you want…
A zoomed shot of the mist creeping over the hills. This was where we watched the smoke from the wildfire form dense plumes not long ago, or one where we couldn’t see the hills for the smoke. Luckily, in this shot, it’s merely mist rising from the ridges.
Looking down at the creek, the water (for the moment) is so clear that you can see the rocks in the stream bed. It’s hard to see from this distance, but there is water there. If it was video, you’d see the movement and sparkle.
Taking a bit of inspiration from Lynn at BlueBrightly, I looked just that little bit closer at leaves and bark and twigs down there. I love the texture and appearance of the Alder trees.
My mother used to love birch trees from her native Latvia. I think of alders and aspens as being pretty close in appearance… the lighter papery bark perhaps.
It’ll be fun to document the change of seasons from my perch, looking down at the creek and vegetation.
There is a distinct feel of autumn in the air now. These images from yesterday were taken when the sun was playing hide and seek through the puffy clouds. Today is a bit too dark and dreary to inspire the one behind the lens. It happens occasionally.
Some of you may know that converting to B&W is completely out of character for me, but again I can thank (or blame?) Lynn for inspiring me to give it a try. I’m not sure I get it because I still don’t quite understand what it’s all about and it likely shows… But it can’t hurt to expand my horizons. Or to try. It’s never too late! 😀 (or so they say)
Last, but not least, there’s the laughing Buddha to greet those who come and go. He knows the long, strange journey has been well worth it.
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
― Ralph Waldo Emerson