We at High Aspect (that’s three of us, including BuddyBestDogEver) have been on sabbatical as we’ve searched high and low for our next destination (Zillow, Zillow, and more Zillow). Stay tuned as a girl from Pacific Northwest country (huckleberries, bears, wolves) learns how to navigate life in the humid sub-tropics of Florida (even bigger huckleberries, water moccasins, alligators) from her native Southerner husband. BuddyBestDogEver is bound and determined to scout the best routes of the Suwannee river from the bow of our canoe (please don’t tip us over, good furry friend). And remember… we are highaspectphotography.com… so that means unique photos of some of the most beautiful terrain on our planet! Come join us for a new year of adventures in 2018!
Stay tuned for my next adventure- Greg and Ol’99 say we’re goin’ to find the bluebirds again… that means beavers and chipmunks for me!
We took a road trip following Hwy 2 from Astoria to Cannon Beach, OR. During the last leg of our journey to Seaside and Cannon Beach, the rain began coming down in buckets and the wind was blowing sand all over, but we decided to carry on, camera in hand. This photo came from that storm. Out in those waters was a surfer determined to put those waves to good use… maybe you can find him!
As we spent our usual sleeping hours on a local hilltop taking photos of this gorgeous full moon, we became so much more aware of how quickly time passes in the display of the moon’s orbit and earth’s rotation. It seemed like the minute we had all the settings to our liking, it was time to change position again just to keep up with the angle we wanted! Exactly what I love about the lens… it forces you to be intimately aware of your immediate surroundings… even if they’re as far away as the moon and stars.
These elegant birds are like rural pigeons, but I’m still quite fond of them. Spring is just around the corner, and, if you’ve ever seen Bambi, you know that all the critters come out “twitterpated“, especially the birds. It’s a time when, every morning, we get to listen to the doves whoo-whoo-ing, watching them do their airial mating dances, loudly flapping their wings as they ascend straight up, then gliding around in a circle to land. After a few of these dances have taken place, we see two lil’ doves perched side by side.
What Mother Nature does to remind us how small we really are, she makes up for in the tender mercies of wildflowers and the quiet solitude of mountain twilight.