Though the days are hot and the long gravel roads
that sway through the valleys still release rolling dust with each passing
truck, some mornings are decidedly cool.
A sense of autumn is in the air.
Some mornings are decidedly cool and smell of damp hay. Blackbirds have begun to gather into larger
flocks. Only a few days ago I saw a
cloud of blackbirds shoaling back and forth above a cattail pond. At the high elevations I frequent, the leaves
of the Oregon grape have blushed decidedly yellow and the more ambitious
huckleberry bushes have opted for showy reds.
I am posting pictures today from my latest high
mountain adventure. One photograph is
purposefully abstract. The other picture
is telling and outspoken in the simple truth of color.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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