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What Brown does for me...

I've been going through a fairly icky creative slump lately. Basically it is because I am a half ignited with December's busy combustibles dosed with the barbiturates of winter's hibernation tendencies. Translation: I ain't been feeling the camera's love.
Thankfully, I never know where and when inspiration will hit. Today Amy twittered an article from the Washington Post called an "Ode to Late Autumn which describes the time as the season of brown. And this was the kick in the butt, err, inspiration, I needed to go find me something brown on my mountain to photograph. I can't explain why I dig these nebulous tangents, but it does amuse me, successful or not.
So, help me dig out of this pit I've been in. Please, if you have any suggestions about what I should explore with my camera, I'm open to all reasonable possibilities...of course, the stranger the better:) I need some direction.

Welcome to my snow globe...

Big whoop. It snowed again for the 5th time this winter in the HIgh Country. I'm actually delighted because the snowfall de-sensitizes folks to the winter conditions forcing them to manage their milk and bread supplies thus unclogging the grocery chain. And by now, the travelers with rear-wheel drives have learned to wait for the plow. All becomes right within the my snow globe. I left work about 10 minutes early and snuck some images from Baird's Creek and the horse farm to share with you. It was getting darking way too fast.

I do have a few things to share:

My buddy Frank is currently on a Rotary trip to India. He flew into Mumbia/Bombay but was out of the city during the terrorist attacks. Still, from what I can gather, the attacks have affected their country in the same way the 911 attacks affected ours. The gang has a travel blog, and here's Franks and his mama before he left. Frank is quite a storyteller and I will gladly purchase a beer for him just to hear him tell me more..

Ever heard of the Valle Crucis falls? Well, my friend Kenneth has photos of both the falls behind the Mission School and of the falls at Dutch Creek. These are rare glimpses of our own natural wonders.