july is in the air over the Teanaway
I was thrilled on Saturday when the tiny, isolated flecks of cumulus floating over the distant westward crest of the Cascades multiplied into big torn masses of cotton by the time they reached us in the Teanaway. It was so much more scenic than the bluebird sky we’d had in the morning.
This is a picture I took from the summit ridge of Iron Peak, as we headed down. I left a lot of images on the table, so to speak. I was excited Lance was having such a good time shooting and found myself mostly just soaking in our surroundings.