Sometimes the best view is at my feet, and sometimes, it’s over my head. Way over my head. Like this…
I’ve been camping on an island surrounded by salt marshes, but it’s the sky that has taken center stage every day. Even flock of white egrets can’t upstage skies like this.
After four years of PacNW winters, I appreciate a beautiful blue sky more than ever. If you’re in the middle of winter, thinking it will never end, it will, and then you’ll have skies like these.
When I look down, I just miss all the good stuff and when I look up, I just trip over things.