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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
Life: compressed
It felt like the Rupps’ entire life was compressed down to the major elements.
Dusty, Washington
photographed 9.2.2020
That sky, though
Most of the time we were in the Palouse, the skies were obscured by smoke from the western wildfires. This one day, though, the shifting wind and the photography gods presented me with a lovely gift.
near Palouse, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
Endless Grain
And, finally, we’ve arrived at what we drove all that way to look at: the Palouse. I’ve wanted to go there for ten years; my expectations were very high, both in terms of photographic value and in beauty of landscape. I was not disappointed in either.
A chatty fellow at a cafe told me that I was there at the “wrong” time, that June was when I ought to have visited because that’s when the famous Palouse wheat fields are green. In spite of that, I am glad I went in the fall, when the harvest was underway. The fields, all in different stages of the harvest, were different colors and textures. And they changed every day.
Steptoe Butte, Washington
photographed 9.1.2020
One Day | One Image 