A Fine Art Photograph
At the Whims of the Winds
While on a trip through Northeastern Oregon, and as evening started settling over the landscape, I began looking for a a place where I could sleep for the night in the back of my truck. I came across this stunning high mountain meadow of flowers under a sky filled with a surprising shapes. I was mesmerized. The bright rust color of recently burned trees brought mixed feelings. Though I was thinking the small fire had been unfortunate, I had to admit it had its own beauty.
It was a pretty nice place to wake up to in the morning. Someone once told me to go to sleep where I wanted to wake up. This was one of those spots.