One of my favorite part of living in Western Washington is watching the cloudy weather blowing through the trees on the ridges of the Olympic National Park. It reminds me of Japanese prints and Zen poetry.
Trees, laced in mountain mist, patch broken cloud;
I would love to see that
I was really frustrated when they closed the National Parks last spring. Of course, things are still not good, but it’s easier to deal with when the trails are open. (but plenty of vistas like this available from roadways)
Yeah it is so difficult to go out and explore at the current time. I look forward to a time we are free to roam
Great composition here my friend. Love the angles.
Thanks, Jeff. I appreciate it.