Clouds breaking up over a rain-swelled creek
This morning I woke to a noisy storm. Tree branches, tossed about by the wind, scraped against my windows. Rain drummed on the roof. Ugh! I had hoped to head out and photograph some favorite places around town.
A few hours later the sun peeked through the clouds. By the time I had gotten my things together there was a possibility I had missed my chance. Here in Oregon, when the rain stops, you go outside. Because once it starts up again, it could be a while. I had just enough time to drive to Bald Hill Park for a walk with Byron. As soon as we returned to the truck, good and muddy, the skies let go once more.
