Hello, my friends! In my previous post on our trip to The Palouse, I shared the views from the top of a 4,000 foot butte. Today, the views are from the land, deep among the rolling fields, looking up at awe-inspiring skies. Seemingly endless dirt roads lead in tantalizing directions, mysterious and compelling. We followed them for hours – getting lost as we chose.
And finally, on our last morning, we headed down a quiet country road on our way home. Suddenly, D spotted in the distance a herd of horses, galloping across a field. We screeched to a halt amid a cloud of dust, grabbed our cameras, which fortunately were ready on the seat, and ran toward the field. The horses turned, heading for us at full speed, and we were able to shoot just a few frames. I am not a horse photographer but I was so grateful to be there, have my camera with the correct lens and capture images of these magnificent animals. It was an exhilarating moment!
Thank you to everyone who shared their stories of this area in the comments. The Palouse graced us with many stunning and surprising subjects and this final treat was without a doubt the indelible highlight of a memorable and dreamlike journey.
Wishing you all a beautiful weekend!
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Hello, my friends! I’ve returned from more travel, not Paris or roses this time, but an entirely new location that I do hope you enjoy.
Last week D and I journeyed to The Palouse region of Eastern Washington, a staggeringly beautiful agricultural area of undulating hills covered in shimmering green wheat, rustic barns, quaint farms and magnificent horses.
Dawn comes early at this time of year, so to capture the best light over the farmland, we awoke at 3:00 am and made our way to the top of Steptoe Butte, the highest viewpoint, in time to photograph the sun as it rose over the mountain tops and bathed the verdant landscape in an ethereal wash of golds, pinks and purples.
The Palouse is phenomenally fertile, due to the soil, which retains water and requires no irrigation. Most of the picturesque farms are over 100 years old, nestled in the hollows of the dune-like hills.
Where a field is not planted for the season, the reddish-brown, bare earth appears as shades of purple and violet in the slanting light.
The wheat turns golden as it matures, adding further rich tones to the velvety patchwork of color.
I’d love to hear what you think of this kind of scenery. I do realize it’s quite different from what I normally share but I felt you’d like to see this unique, and possibly unfamiliar, corner of the world.
It is a fragile landscape that makes you catch your breath, and hold it, both for its tranquil beauty and for the thought that it might not survive in its present state for another 100 years.
If you are interested in learning more about The Palouse, there is abundant information online. I will be back in a few days to share more images of the farms, barns, amazing skies and marvelous horses of the area.
Thank you for visiting and, as always, much love from me.
Hello, my friends! I have a treat for your weekend!
Last May at this time I was in Paris on a whirlwind photographic trip that took me from there to London, Birmingham and Amsterdam – a very intense journey of assignment work and must-get-the-shot projects (followed by a solid week of sleeping). But no manner of deadlines could dissuade me from the marvelous respite of an afternoon among the roses in the gardens of the Musée Rodin. So much beauty to overwhelm the senses!
I realized I’d not shared the images with you here so felt that would be a fitting way to end the lovely month of May. Shall we go?
The formal, symmetrical architecture of the museum stands as a graceful and elegant counterpoint to the wild exuberance of the blooms.
Witnessing every rose bush at peak bloom truly astonished me! But Paris was warm, almost hot that week. (A few days later, at the David Austin Rose Center outside Birmingham, England, I found it cool and damp with the roses still in buds.)
(You might recognize this garden from the movie Midnight in Paris.)
Going back through these images revived the beautiful, almost dreamlike, memories of that visit, where I took a few hours, caught my breath, cherished my surroundings. Despite the heavy gear, sore feet and jet lag, I am so fortunate in my work to experience such exquisite beauty and to share it with you.
I do hope you have enjoyed visiting this incredible location!