It was a dark and stormy night…I was in the darkroom, the windows open for fresh air. Wind rattled the screens and shook the blinds. As I expected but didn’t prepare for, a big gust of wind rushed in and scattered my little collection of fragile items. When I switched on the light and gathered up the pieces, I found the lone wing. (I think it would be nice as a large print.)

I passed this yesterday, and took what I needed, thinking what a lovely idea. Today I passed again, as the rain was  washing all the ink away. In it’s temporariness, still a lovely idea.

One more pretty photo of fog rolling in over the Columbia River, taken last month with this set. Love these soft colors!

I seriously doubt that I  will ever prefer the dead of winter to the height of summertime, but I understand what Mr. Wyeth meant. A glorious spring waits beneath each winter.

I finally developed a roll of film from October’s trip to a Civil War reenactment in Plain, Washington. Here are a few favorites (especially the mother and daughter with the ice cream cone). I am always more interested in the reenactors wandering around than what’s happening on the battlefield.

The once prosperous gold mining town of Old Molson, under a blanket of snow. Definitely a highlight of our trip through the Okanogan Highlands.