This is one of my favorite shots of Mount Hood, partly because it's different than the bazillion other shots I've taken of that familiar Oregon landmark:
Another reason I like it: Tualatin residents see it frequently as they approach the freeway from the west. But, with the busy-ness of getting from "here" to "there," it usually gets lost among the overload of other visual stimuli. It takes a strategically-aimed telephoto to eliminate distractions and reveal the mountain's beauty behind the chaos of late-afternoon hurried drivers.
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The photo of Mt.Hood reminds me of beautiful symmetrical Mt.St.Helens, which I could see every clear morning pre-1980 as I rounded the Terwilliger Curve towards Portland. I never dreamed it would be so rudely disrupted!
I think I have a bunch of photos of the pre-eruption Mt. St. Helens. Maybe I'll dig one out and post it, for old times' sake.
There is one thing I can't match though: Kathy's dad and her brother climbed Mt. St. Helens. Then can envision the solid-feeling rocks they felt under their feet and hands, now spread throughout Eastern Washington as fine ash.
Oops. I meant to say, "THEY can envision the solid-feeling rocks...."
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