Friday, December 4, 2009

Walking at dusk




The days are so short here in December that I often find myself walking at dusk.




Past farmhouses.
Barking dogs.
Signs. "Baskets. Fresh Organic Produce."

I love this little valley, with its friendly people and wide open spaces. But today I think I love the bare trees best of all.



This cottonwood makes me sneeze in summer but today its bones are so tall, so strong, so majestic, I pause in admiration.



Simple farmscapes comfort me with their backdrop of evergreens, the foothills of the Cascades and gilded pink clouds.


I head down the road for home in my torn running shoes. What joy to be back where I belong, under the trees and sky of our own valley.

Simply beautiful.

2 comments:

Halliehoop said...

Beautiful...and beautifully captured by your eye and camera.
I feel like I am there...
Kitt

BJ Lantz said...

I too love bare trees against a brilliant sky. Gorgeous! I always feel like I want to capture them.