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.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Common View of Mt. Hood, Made Uncommon
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.
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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