As the last remaining snows begins to melt in the shadows of the Sierra forest, the residual of various dust, bark, and pine needles concentrate in spots to leave some eerie patterns of intense color.
As the snow recedes in the high sierras, the meadows begin their cycle again. Each day the snow is retreating a few feet, revealing the once the dried meadow, last seen just before the first snow, now soggy and bare, the meadow will once again be green and grassy within another couple of days.
There is something strange and surreal about this silo. It almost looks like some sort of ancient lookout tower that is all that his left standing amongst the ruins of a lost culture that we know nothing about.
Our stay on this planet is very brief, with no more assurance of duration or permanence than that which is given a shadow resting on the surface of a bed windblown grasses.
As the winter's snow melts and the stream are full , sparkling, bubbling and cold, the sun bounces off the rich colors of the rock, showing all it has, having been freshly bathed by the frothing waters.
Makes you wonder doesn't it? What might 'raw water' be in contrast to natural, pure or processed water? Where does it go and what is it used for? (more images)
This series of large diameter brilliantly white composite pipes (more images) stood in stark contrast against the blue sky and the rich golden brown of the dried meadow.
Professional and creative, I work very hard and need a counter balance to my work, which I find through numerous creative pursuits. These include: music, photography, woodworking and also outdoors activities like kayaking, hiking and motorcycling.