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day/night: the orbs
Seriously: how did this get stuck in the ol’ archives for approximately 1,153 days before I noticed that I liked it? There are times that it seems maybe common sense has just evaporated from my brain, and this is one of those times.
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
photographed 11.24.2021
undulating fields of autumn
I don’t know…there’s just something about those curvy hills – said everyone who’s been to the Palouse.
Palouse, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
after the harvest
I know the traditional time to go to the Palouse to photograph the famous rolling hills of wheat is in the early summer, when it’s green and lush.
So, naturally I went in September*, when it was brown and dusty. (In that way, it reminded me of home.) I liked seeing the patterns in the fields and the distant columns of dust rising from a harvesting operation.
near Farmington, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
*I didn’t just wind up there in September: I went then on purpose.
bird + bus stop
Heat. And then some more heat. That was my main impression of Barstow. It was the kind of heat that dried everything out, that bleached the color until it wasn’t there.
But hey! At least people waiting for the bus got some good shade.
Route 66
Barstow, California
photographed 6.2.2023
needle moon
It was a gray night in Needles; even the full moon didn’t help very much.
Our stop in Needles came after a long day of driving that took us from the close-to-freezing temperature in Flagstaff*, across the desert, through a creepy town that I’ll call “Oatman”**, and then down into Needles, which was hot AF and really pretty depressing.
Oh, the joys of a road trip!
Route 66
Needles, California
photographed 6.1.2023
*Which we didn’t appreciate as much as we should have
**Because that’s the name of the place
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