After the Rain
Last Weekend
Elizabeth called me. She said she was flying out to California and could we meet? Two photographers meeting. Did we sit and sip coffee or tea? No. We grabbed our cameras and headed through the mountains toward the ocean. The softly rolling hills had turned an “Irish green” as another friend calls it…she who has never seen Ireland. The hills impressed Elizabeth who was seeing the gorgeous landscape for the first time. And they impressed me even though I was seeing the hills for the thousandth time.