I love that last shot, it’s one of those images that instantly becomes memorable, like a painting, hanging in a big museum somewhere. Great capture. This is why we carry our cameras with us all the time everywhere we go
5. and you were that first hard rain in February an errant spring come for the second time this season I both knew and didn’t expect your dripping shadow on my door I knew and didn’t know you’d leave again before the overeager grass had time to freeze
4. Santa Anas make themselves a road through Orange County when they rattle through the palms fill your sinuses with dust and oak tree pollen then you know summer will die for a little while and you can put on boots and light a fire pretend that winter is something more than a circuit slut
Great picture story.
Somewhere, over the rainbow….=)
I love that last shot, it’s one of those images that instantly becomes memorable, like a painting, hanging in a big museum somewhere. Great capture. This is why we carry our cameras with us all the time everywhere we go
This rainbow is very, very similar to the original one. . .a beautiful promise granted to the wreck that is humanity. Beauty for ashes.