365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #38
Another chilly evening. Blue skies though, thank God for blue skies. And the evening fell gray before four thirty, and by five dusk enveloped a haze in the surrounding hills that you could never break. By that time, icicles had taken form on loose dripping moss, and tall firs fell silent while fog plumes broke the slightest of breeze. Yes, it’s another December evening in the foothills surrounding the Willamette Valley.
However, I still snuck in a few shots.
Here is number 38…
In the Mouth Of Madness. Truthfully, I really dig this picture. It just looks dark and violent. Natures way of saying, “Yeah, I’ll eat you alive.” Most would rather have the North Falls photo, or the Dainty Falls photo. But this just begged my attention. I was actually in awe of it. You have to understand how my mind works, how I’m always working up stories, or imagining what nature might be saying.
This was the Runner Up for #38…
Sweet little falls. So dainty.
Silver Creek. North Falls, hanging over the edge. After this photo was taken, I took a dive.
