Last year’s peony, I can still smell its faint perfume. Now, the peony bushes are growing by leaps and bounds just outside my office, pre-blossoms, covering even the sidewalk with shiny, long-tongued leaves.
I’ve come to love driving in the wee hours. There’s a time before the sun comes up when it’s easy to think that the world is in order, and all is ok – for a moment, at least. This was so out in the middle of the forest that I was able to stop in the middle of the street and snap a couple quick shots. The lines all taking the viewer to the right and out of view are delicious to my eyes. The blur, the fog – or clouds at ground level, road striping in focus, other elements blurry as if suggested, not recorded by a camera make this an interesting image for me, peaceful.
I was on a job that had me driving at this time of morning often, all around the Willamette Valley and beyond. It was great for the driving and world-watching, less so for the sitting in a Prius like a part of the machine for long shifts. If I had only one image from that time, that job, I would want it to be this image. Luckily, it was ten months of dawn mists on coastal rivers and pretty forests. You’ve been warned!