SCRAPS AND SCRIBBLES
There’s something beautifully soothing about a winding road, towering evergreens, and the patter of raindrops on a windshield. A couple weekends ago, we drove out to Rainier and back (although the mountain didn’t want to show itself) and got our fill of that trademark Pacific Northwest mist.
Every now and then I go back a couple years and reedit older photos I feel I’ve only recently learned how to do justice. Pictured here, a few scenes from a surreal, tranquil solitary walk near Mount St Helens on a summer day when the weather went from brisk and overcast, to sunny and scorching, to pouring rain and back to grey again all in the span of a single morning.
