You’d think, after four posts and dozens of pictures in a series called “Loose in the Palouse”, that we’ve actually been to Palouse. But we haven’t.
How can that be? Have I been lying to you this whole time?
Continue reading “Loose in Palouse”You’d think, after four posts and dozens of pictures in a series called “Loose in the Palouse”, that we’ve actually been to Palouse. But we haven’t.
How can that be? Have I been lying to you this whole time?
Continue reading “Loose in Palouse”Sometimes, in a photography workshop, you need to get an early start. Like, really early. Early enough to travel to and arrive at a pre-scouted viewpoint well before dawn, so you can catch the sunrise and morning light that comes with it.
In my case, this ended up meaning, “guess I’m not going to sleep at all tonight.”
Continue reading “Loose in the Palouse: Panorama”One thing was made quite clear by our photography workshop leader when he gave us an introductory briefing on the Palouse.
Continue reading “Loose in the Palouse: Steptoe To Falls”The gorgeous shots you typically see from the Palouse are shot at a place called Steptoe Butte. But that’s not the only place you can find beauty.
Continue reading “Loose in the Palouse: Early Impressions”The cow looked at me, quizzically. I looked back, impressed with how well it was put together. We both probably wondered if the other was missing a few screws…
Continue reading “Loose in the Palouse: Born in a Barn”It was a dark and stormy night.
The hieroglyphics on the beach were obscure and alien.
The dreams of my second night seemed so real at first. Then it got weird.
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As I slogged through the loose sand, I heard the faint cry carried by the gusting wind, “help, help!”
Clematis. A flower, a vine, a celebration of spring and summer that on the face of it seems lovely, and pure, and innocent. Little do you know…