Looking south from the trail …
Or looking north from the top of The Nipple, “I see skies of blue” above the Pacific Crest Trail.
After the rain, as the day ends, the setting sun ignites the clearing clouds.
“… the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”
… and the Word was with God and the Word was God
reflections on summer heat … Long Valley Caldera
… Let the…dry land appear.”
… and there was light
And what is the shutter?
But a poor reflection,
as in a mirror ….