Whether your coming or going, it’s apparent you have arrived. At Lucas.
As the sun rises, the water is calm. It’s cold outside, in the still air but if you look across the lake, you can see just how still the air is. The water is like glass.
Its raining, the water making its way to the ground. Slowwly dripping from the petals of our poppies, they begin to glisten. The poppy drops.
The petals are fragile, delicate. Its life visible right in the bud’s veins. Filled with chlorophyll, the bud prepares for the next stage of its life. The stage that gives us life. Nutrition at its most simplest form, the peapod.
You miss so much when you’re the driver. The sunlight, the animals, and what’s along the road. The farms, the rural landscapes, and the country wagon all pass us by, giving us glimpses of history. For a second.
There are certain things that can remind you of home. The smell of a warm candle, of someone cooking, and the laughter of family can bring it all together.
It sits, rusting. For the time being, it ages, for the best. Once found, it will show its value. But not forgotten.
“Watching the Sunset”
There they stand, at attention. Basking in the warm glow, they watch. Until the last moment, all is still. Breathtaking.
“Yaquina Bay Bridge”
The Yaquina Bay Bridge in Newport, OR is photographed on a daily basis. With so many images of this beautiful bridge, I’ve never seen underneath. I was not disappointed.