Palouse Passage

After escorting my daughter back to Washington State University last Easter Sunday, I took some shots on the road home.


Anyone who has wandered through the rolling hills of Southeastern Washington knows the scenery can be hypnotic. Like snowflakes, the mounded loess lumps are all similar, but no two are exactly the same. And so, below, I offer a photographic Aesop’s tale – a topographical reminder of the sanctity of individuality. What a bore life would be if all the world (and all of us) were the same.

New growth.



The Palouse River.

Heaven and Earth.

Say Cuzco.

                                   Llama Land.



Naked roost.

The long view.

The road home.


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