While we were out near Hood River, we also stopped at Tom McCall Preserve. Many talk about its beauty while the wildflowers are in bloom (May, generally), but I loved the dry yellow against the lush greens of the surrounds.
Scene from a sunset jog near our new digs.
Dyed eggs, then painted them, on a thoroughly enjoyable spring day.
The leaves are turning, it's getting chilly; who doesn't love fall?
A tiny trike stands abandoned, Mt. Baker.
A lone woman waits, the morning commute ahead of her.
Alder Lake -- what little is left of it in a drought year, that is -- was a vision in the summer's morning sun.