The Gray Foothills

The distant foothills west of my home are almost completely enveloped in gray clouds as this current low-pressure system works its way through the area. Another low-pressure center will follow on its heels, according to the National Weather Service.

Taking a very short walk this morning, the cold, damp air smelled reminiscent of my Michigan heritage.

It reminds me of standing alone in the wood both as a child and an adult listening to and watching the tall trees sway in unison high above me as though performing a beautiful ballet of nature. I will never escape who I am, nor my northern roots.

4 thoughts on “The Gray Foothills

    • Thanks very much, Lavinia, I still recall clearly some moments from this at about 4 or 5 years of age. Or, 1965 or 1966. And as a growed-up!

  1. It is coming…the weather changes… beautiful photographs. Thank you dear John, Love, nia

    • Thanks again, dear Nia! Yep, this nonsense will be gone soon enough but it’s raining very heavy right now. So glad my roof doesn’t leak!

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