Weekly Photo Challenge On the Way
I used to laugh at the stacks of bad photos my sister sent, all taken through the buggy windshield of a moving vehicle.
I understand though; sometimes you’ve just gotta shoot. I took these photos on a drive to Portland. I wasn’t driving. My driver was driving. I was shooting out the window.
The scablands in eastern Washington are the boring stretch, unless you think about how this used to be the ocean floor and how the Missoula floods scoured out this landscape.
I remember the Columbia Gorge before the wind turbines sprouted up like wildflowers. I like seeing them and knowing we’re using more wind power.
Columns of basalt line the gorge.
Groves of fast growing Pacific albus look like clone trees all lined up in perfect rows.
Mt. Hood. I grew up with that mountain. Almost home.
My driver can’t pull over every time I want to take a picture and I can’t not take pictures, so I shoot out the window, like my sister, only better.