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
We spent three nights at an excellent VRBO just across the street from Sanders Beach. The Patient Spouse went scuba diving in the lake one morning and the next evening I made some night photos. I was a little hampered by the exceedingly bright almost-full moon, but I was able to capture Sagittarius and just the tiniest hint of the Milky Way.
Lake Coeur d’Alene, Idaho