I tried to sit amongst them and capture something with clarity. The evening wind was blowing quite hard. Everything was moving…branches and birds and me. No tripod, wrong settings and blowing grit. But, a couple of images caught my eye, just in time.
For most places in the northern latitudes, Summer is an evaporating memory. That fading light, beautiful sunsets, and a bit of warmth left to the day….that was a Summer’s evening fishing. It felt so good…so healthy. Now the holidays loom and then that long ride through the Winter…patience in the Pacific NW.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”