To celebrate Jamison’s birthday, we visited Cannon Beach this afternoon. It was a great excuse to visit Insomnia, play fetch with Mousse, and take a bunch of crazy pictures. You should see the ones that didn’t make the cut. :-D
This pole1 presides over a busy intersection. As I stood in the field by the pole, snapping pictures of the pole’s ID plate and then up at its hardware, I wondered what the people sitting in their cars were thinking. How long before I have to explain to a police officer that I think power poles are beautiful?
No wires on this pole.
An avian aria on a tightwire.
The horizon always look cleaner, smoother from the air. And it’s just a little more fun when it’s the tops of the clouds making the horizon.
You smell that? Do you smell that? Fog, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of fog in the morning.
Condensation formed on my handlebars during this morning’s ride. Either that, or the fog was a lot thicker than I thought.
Regardless, the fog was dense enough to smell. Mmm… I love that. :-)
Yesterday’s early morning flight preceded the sun, but it caught up.