An unseasonably warm rain saturates, then clarifies the air at Halibut Point. It concocts an atmosphere that invigorates the sunlight and the scenery.
For better views I chase the angle, the interplay of weather and clouds and clock and calendar. Fall tapestries double below the quarry rim.
Warm rain awakens the seemingly bare rock. Subtle patinas on the granite swashbuckle their specific lives.
Mosses and lichens stretch, glow, and celebrate in procreative splendor.
A busy community jostles in an amphitheater between pebbles.
Microcosmic architecture invents forms to answer an essential call in the moment of the rain and sun.
Quarrymen's fractures complement geologic fissures in the granite. An inadvertent beauty surrounds the wound.
To preserve the peace I don't choose between Industry and Nature. The facts harmonize in reflections.
My son Patrick sends pictures from Hanoi after receiving my wartime portraits from Saigon.