Our River and Old Man Winter

Several times this past summer, I escaped from my personal box to “fly” - last May with the Zero Gravity experience (previous post), in a hot air balloon, and then in a helicopter. I crawled though a lava tunnel in the Crater’s of the Moon volcano park (click my Facebook badge).

Aside from knees scraped and jeans ruined while I navigated the tunnel, the experiences were thrilling in and of themselves, but my joyful disorientation did not magically present inspiration and ideas, as I’d hoped. Those I must break a sweat for, regardless of where I am and what I’m doing.

What photographer wrote that if you can’t photograph your own neighborhood, you can’t photograph Europe?  I’ve returned to my home turf, inspired recently by fickle climate and amazing clouds. Our weather changed from 70-degree sunny days to snowstorms in a single day.