sands of time
The power of a few blades of grass to scour away sand and rocks is incredible.
The power of a few blades of grass to scour away sand and rocks is incredible.
Lake Superior has many colors, from the browns of the mud bluffs to the ice clear and ice cold waters of the north shore rocks. Here it is green, and so is the Meyer’s Beach sea cave it is illuminating.
The first snow of the year covers leaves which have not yet fully changed, let alone fallen.
The parts of an old culvert aren’t worth moving away from the crossing they used to serve.
Not 5 minutes before, these clouds were dumping hail on Guenella Pass.
I expected to see a sunset over the ocean by Monterey; I forgot about sea fog, which has its own charm.
Blowing snow gusts across Echo Lake.