John Small. Photos.

Fog. First shot.

I looked up at the skylight and saw the deep blue-not-gray.  Opening the balcony door literally took my breath away.  Got the camera.  First shot:

Snoqualmie Falls

I was getting blasted with mist, ducked behind a wall, cleaned my lens, and then ran out and took one more.  Didn't think there'd be anything worth posting, but...

Heron

Puddles

When

How and when I see a photo matters.  Middle of gray, rainy winter, these colors and light become potent.

Even the presence of leaves in this image, in contrast to the naked trees out there, is powerful to me.

Sometime this summer, when it's unbearably hot, I post a week of Winter images.

Have truck...

It's really rainy.  I confess it stifles even my enthusiasm for getting out there.  Suddenly I wonder if I'm neglecting the landscape of home.  Maybe this calls for sitting on the porch and seeing what's there. 

In the meantime, this was from a while back.  I went on a long city walk and these little fliers were my guide, like clues of a treasure hunt, or breadcrumbs.  Whoever posted these also walked for miles. 

Thorn

Scooter

Down the rabbit hole...

I'm chasing something fascinating.