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?

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Loose in the Palouse: Panorama

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.”

Loose in the Palouse: Steptoe To Falls

One thing was made quite clear by our photography workshop leader when he gave us an introductory briefing on the Palouse.

Loose in the Palouse: Early Impressions

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.

Loose in the Palouse: Born in a Barn

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…

A Dark and Stormy Night

It was a dark and stormy night.

A Bandon Hope

The hieroglyphics on the beach were obscure and alien.

In the Hall of the Forest King

The dreams of my second night seemed so real at first.  Then it got weird.

Damsel in the Desert

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As I slogged through the loose sand, I heard the faint cry carried by the gusting wind, “help, help!”

The Secret Life of Clematis

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…