The storm was coming, I could feel it. And yet I held tight, refused to let the winds knock me down, refused to be anything but what I am. Firm-footed, on solid ground.
Photographed in the North Mountains Preserve, Phoenix, Arizona
Into the valley, I see everything, the dry winds swirl round me, and I can breathe again. Looking over the Columbia River from the Martin-Scott Winery, East Wenatchee, WA, May 27, 2012.