Palouse Spring
In the rolling prairies of Eastern Washington, the manicured hills stretch forever. Its simple and peaceful beauty inspires awe. It's called "The Palouse."
Endless
Spring sunset from Steptoe Butte
A friend said, "It's like someone frosted the fields with the texture of Cool Whip."
Shadows across the plain
Everywhere you look you can see a minimalist aesthetic beauty. While I know I'm not being original, I can't help but want to capture it.
The colors just smack you in the face.
On the edge of the Palouse is the Columbia Wilderness Refuge, providing a completely different vibe. Yes, there are pelicans in Eastern Washington.
Yes, they really are that color at sunset...
A seam of green and blue cut through the refuge. A single tree graces the shore.
Desert textures abound.
I keep returning to this spot. Something about it feels right. Others have come here over the centuries and watched a peaceful sunset from here, no doubt. No one for miles. Just bird songs break the silence. I watch the light fade knowing I still have a 120 miles to drive this evening, and the long June evening will go on for hours more. Maybe another 30 minutes...
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