Magic hour, rich rolling farmland, Mt. Hood and hillside wildflowers. This kind of beauty seems to seep right into my pores and through my skin, and every time I see an image or close my eyes to remember, I can still feel that sense of wonder sparking through me.
And it makes me say things like that sentence above. Sappy, possibly trite things.
But I mean each and every word, each and every time.
Image made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M.