I hate green. Green is my least favorite color, at least in clothing and accessories and household goods. I don’t wear green on Saint Patrick’s Day, or any other day, for that matter. And I’m the opposite of an “environmental wacko”, since I don’t believe that humans are a blot on the landscape, or destroying the planet, or any of that stuff; “green energy”, “green buildings”, of no importance to me.
However, I’m quite fond of green landscapes. When I visited Britain in 1984 for the first time, I was totally blown away by the green fields demarcated by hedgerows and low stone walls. I was fascinated by the beautiful landscapes in the Highlands of Scotland. My readers will have seen dozens of the pictures I took of the area around Cambridge, which is the most beautiful place in the world. I’m a rotten gardener, but I have visited many beautiful gardens in my travels. Here are some.
Mount Rose is the highest point in the Washoe Range in Nevada, and the highest year-round pass in the Sierra Nevada mountains. On the highway at the summit of Mount Rose, here are the trees and rocks at the very tippy-top.
On the way down the other side, when you feel like you’re really on top, you can see Lake Tahoe below.
So one afternoon, I’m in my car on the way to a doctor appointment. I’m driving down the freeway, and when I look up and around, the sky looks like there’s a “lid” on the world, and it’s been raised a bit. And, right in the strip of blue sky between the lid of clouds, and the earth, what should I see, but Mount Baker. When I got to the office, I parked right on the top of the parking garage, because I just had to get a picture of that mountain.
Last time I checked, the outside temperature in my town was 33. We had snow over the weekend, and there is still some on the ground in my neighborhood. Here are some winter shots from years past. Brrrrrr…
Also from 2012. The round thing in front is our bird bath.
The parking lot at work, March of 2013. Snow in March is VERY unusual around here!
I think it’s quite remarkable that, in a fairly short time, Americans invented the airplane, and took it from a simple, light craft made of wood and fabric to a huge metal cylinder that can carry up to 500 people at a time and fly halfway around the world in comfort. Here are some photos I’ve taken from the window of an airplane, at 30,000 feet.