First, Silver Star. I saw this on a clear summer day. There was just enough wildfire smoke in the air to slightly blur everything. Normally, pastels make me yawn, and I like bold and saturated colors. But the almost impressionistic softness rapt me in happy appreciation.
Not far from the first photo, looking south across the river to Oregon, I caught sight of Mount Hood. The cones in the foreground may be Boring Volcanoes, one of the best oxymoronic-sounding geologic names I know.
On the same trip, returning home, I went through Chinook Pass for the first time. Just after peaking, starting down the west side, you come to this view of Tahoma/Rainier. Wordless.
I can see why the softness rapt you - but that last shot is a dream. Magnificent, glorious. I can hear dad breathing that air.
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