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Big puffball. Looks like an old sailing ship to me.
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When there are partially cloudy skies to the west in the afternoon, look east and see the land change.
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From spring, when the snow was fading, but storms were topping it up, on the Pine Creek mountains.
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More crepuscular light, a wider view of the previous shot.
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We’ve had some good storms this spring, resulting in some marvelous crepuscular light.
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Bands of force. So often, the weather and land appear in well-defined striations.
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Clouds having a conversation.
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The Tungsten Hills are formidably dry.
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Stack of pancakes for a Sunday.
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Little straw-bale and lime house under the Sierra escarpment.
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Tipping point.
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Rain on the Coyote Hills.
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Pine Creek Canyon always looks great when a big storm advances from the west.
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The Trump administration has removed Article 1 section 9 and Article 1 section 10 from the website hosting the full text of the Constitution. They left the text in place on the link to just Article 1.
I suspect this has two purposes: * distract from the Eppstein scandal and use up opposition resources; * push the boundaries of Presidential power.
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Still rolling through the spring photos. This is the range above Bishop Creek, fresh with spring snow. We didn’t get a deep snow pack this year, but we did get consistent rain throughout the spring, which really felt good.
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Black Mountain in alternating shadow and light.
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Spotlight on the power line.
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The escarpment of the Eastern Sierra, shrouded in cloud layers.
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Cargo pants as landscape.
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The Sierra Wave was out in full regalia.
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The Tungsten Hills, looking quite dry and knobbly in the late summer afternoon.
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Just over three months ago, I stopped posting photos. I fell behind a few days, then a week, and then I realized that the joy had left the process. I’m not entirely sure why.
Computers had gotten reconfigured and I was editing on a small screen, which was tedious. Politics was flooding the basement of my mind. Some software ideas expanded in my head and took up some creativity processing centers. And all the images seemed the same. I’d been posting daily images for roughly two decades, and suddenly the spark was gone. I also wasn’t taking many photos. If the clouds put on a show, I’d grab a shot, but that was about it. That’s about all I know, really.
So I waited. I went to a wedding and took some photos, which breathed some life back into my process. Summer clouds rolled in, which are always a relief from the searing blue, bone-dry skies of summer. The full moon rose between the mountains and a cloud layer. And yesterday I went to my favorite coffee shop and saw the light reflecting off a wooden table top, a painted brick wall, with silhouettes cutting out designs from the big picture window, and I pulled out my phone to work the angles.
It seems balance has been restored and the spark has returned.
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Coffee shop shine.
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