Black on Brown

Winter scenes like this one always remind me of my childhood pen and ink sketches.

Morning Migration

They come like waves of ribbons across the sky. Rows of wings. Shape-shifting in flight. Forming first circles then lines then arches. A mesmerizing choreography only they can do. Instinctive. Fleeting. Inspiring.

Sunset at 27 Degrees

If you could bottle what these winter sunsets feel like, the label would read “Heaven.”

Frozen Cemetery

This hilltop cemetery in NW PDX seemed especially eerie after a blizzard. But what a photo op! Love the iced trees against the silver-grey sky.