An early foggy morning, I found myself at the MAX station, alone. Either I just missed the train or I forgot to adjust my watch for Pacific Standard Time.
Actually, I was early, but it was intentional. The first week after time changes is a great time to get up early. And fog is a great excuse to take pictures.
A couple of weeks back, the cloud approached the ground. MAX lead the way.
A quick trip to Dixie over the weekend yielded foggy photos.
Raw earth, pressed down by fog.1
Another family trip up the Gorge, a quick stop at Mayer State Park. I imagine this spot is beautiful in the early morning.
After this morning’s over the top photo editing, I endeavored to share a photo with no editing other than cropping to my preferred aspect ratio.
Morning in the neighborhood.
We made another trek to the Walla Walla valley1 to visit family. The count was 27 — kudos to Ron and Cherie for being willing to host the family, yet again.
Walla Walla was invisible from Dixie’s hills, obscured by the clouds, fog, and rain.
This morning’s picture from my favorite commute photo spot1 is a little bleak.2