In the second of two days of continuous rain (now day 3), I drove to the highest spot in Portland. I was inside a cloud. Not fog. Cloud.
bridging a gap.
When you watch the center of Hawthorne Bridge rise, it just kind of wipes all other thoughts from your mind and all you know is this goofy grin happening on your face.
a sense of proportion.
Pacing a coin next to an object has been used for years in photography to provide a sense of actual size. We’ve got ourselves some slugs up here in Oregon. No size manipulation here. All I did was copy the one quarter I’d placed just to see how long this thing really was. Longer than a dollar bill.
the stuff of imagination.
The sky was above my house in Wichita. The field and trees were about 2 miles away. They were not shot in the same year. I do love my Photoshop.
neither beginning, nor end.
The full frame has a walking bridge above, and a pool of water below. This is the coolest part of the whole thing. The back falls at top drop into a pool, which runs over the edge at center. The visual of the two combined creates an incredible visual tension. I figured since I had posted my urban waterfall shot earlier, it was time for this.
searcher.
a searcher for …
afterglow.
morning. a very good morning.
For those still in snow, have faith. Just a reminder that spring will come … the annual show of cherry blossoms by the river in Portland.
becoming clear.
this one’s from the archives. i stumbled across it an hour ago and it just would not leave my mind. so, I hope you enjoy. the Grand Tetons.
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“Visitors must leave all shells and rocks in place.”
Yes, this is a real, 10-12 foot high rock at the Bandon Beach area in southern Oregon.
