When a storm passes across a mountain range, it doesn’t clear off the same way it does in the low country. Clouds hang over the peaks typically for several days. This was a day after a storm crossed the Sierras and while it was sunny in the valley, it wasn’t in the high country. Folks hiking the Pacific Crest Trail would have been getting wet.
This was taken from the Mt Whitney Portal Road near the town of Lone Pine, CA. The boulders in the foreground are part of the Alabama Hills, a frequent location for shooting western movies and tv shows in the ’50’s.
Heading back to the motel after freezing up at the Bristlecones (it was 39 degrees F with a 20mph wind blowing), we returned down the access road and down to Hwy 395 just outside of the town of Big Pine. I saw some great clouds over the Sierras … and a nice pasture scene in the foreground, so pulled off the side of the road and grabbed the camera.
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;
Yang Wanli
I thought this image captured some of the wonder and joy of a first walk at the beach. Some of my earliest memories are being at the beach with my family. We lived close to the beach until I was 6 … and went razor clam digging on a regular basis.