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As the harvest moon rose
The very bright moon was lighting up the hillside as the sky tried to darken.
(There were two people standing there with us as the moon slid up into view. No one spoke. When the moon had cleared the hill, they turned and walked away. It was simple and profound.)
Palouse, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
Gold Dust
Can you even believe that I took this picture? It’s about as far from my usual black and white work as you can get isn’t it?
It was as though a pot of gold had spilled across the sky and collected into the low spots.
Palouse, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
Field Stripes
This view right here is why we came.*
Fallon, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
*Along with about a thousand other vistas.
Two-track Way
It was extremely difficult for us to make any forward progress while driving around the Palouse: every single road that took off from the highway promised views like this. And every one of them that we didn’t drive on felt like a million missed opportunities.
Zakarison Road
near Fallon, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
Fay Stands Tall
I spent some time in this cemetery working on the angles and the angel so that I could get her lined up with the grain elevator. It wasn’t until much later that I noticed how the discoloration of her face gives her a certain crazed look.
Dusty, Washington
photographed 9.2.2020
