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.
After leaving Fort Churchill, Nevada, I traveled south down Hwy 95 to Beatty where I cut across Death Valley National Park to Lone Pine. The highway cuts across the Valley at Stovepipe Wells and crosses two passes before dropping down to the Owens Valley near Owens Lake (the water having been appropriated years ago by L.A. … see the movie “Chinatown”). The spring storm that provided snow to the upper elevations of the Sierras was hitting the range just as I dropped down to cross the Owens Valley to the town of Lone Pine, California. It was quite dramatic. I noticed other photographers stopped as I hunted for a good viewpoint where it was safe to pull over.
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 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.
The clouds frequently hang low over the Olympic Mountains. That is true year around, but in the late autumn, it is almost perpetual. I enjoy watching the clouds move up valley and around the ridges. They add an element of mystery to the landscape. And as long as you are prepared and have good equipment, it’s a good time to enjoy the solitude of a mountain valley.