Mountains and Valleys

I find more and more I want to post pictures and say little. Part of that relates to time and energy but more of it is because I find words inadequate. It's not that I'm finding myself inferior; it's the realization that I can't capture what I feel and see. Not with my words and not even with my photos. The Snoqualmie Valley is surrounded by mountains and it humbles me. In a short distance I can see various landscapes, animals, plants and moods.





People try so hard to create beauty. We landscape our yards and parks, we create music and poetry. Without a doubt we humans can create marvels. But I find more and more what fascinates me is the irregular and untamed. I look at the flowers in my yard and some of them are perfect. I appreciate that beauty but it doesn't touch my soul. I find a flower, slightly insect eaten, struggling in a small patch of sunshine and I am struck with awe.



I spent hours with my camera wandering about the Valley. I was recently told that my photography was a reflection of my interior landscape. What a marvelous concept. I am intrigued by imperfection. I love trying to capture a story. I can't ignore the beauty of towering mountains or vast valleys, but I will always return to the tiny details that most people seem to pass by.