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Stopped by 122nd and Shaver for a helping of mountain with clouds and a side of lovely sunrise light.
What the clouds do the light is incomparable. And the interest today was in the squiggly bits over on the right there.
Not too much earlier, at the Killingsworth Street approach to I-205, it looked rather this way:
As I was returning to Olivia's cockpit after taking the first picture above, a postal worker paused before turning into the lot (the Parkrose Station is there also at 122nd and Shaver) and enthused unbidden about being lucky enough to be able to come by here each day and photog it.
You and me both, fella.
What the clouds do the light is incomparable. And the interest today was in the squiggly bits over on the right there.
Not too much earlier, at the Killingsworth Street approach to I-205, it looked rather this way:
As I was returning to Olivia's cockpit after taking the first picture above, a postal worker paused before turning into the lot (the Parkrose Station is there also at 122nd and Shaver) and enthused unbidden about being lucky enough to be able to come by here each day and photog it.
You and me both, fella.
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