A touch of morning mist, and the hills beyond the gorge slowly fade away.
Tag: hills
Shadows on the Hillside, BW
Spring Morning
I like lying on my back in the middle of the weeds, looking up at the sky. Clouds change shapes. Birds fly by. Insects hum. All alone.
Golden State
A revisit of a favorite from April 2012.
The Hills
An evening hike, but the camera wasn’t up to the lack of light. Pushing it by deleting the middle hump of the histogram and upping the black and white produced this. I rather like it.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 