Mt. Hood Train Rides
First night sleeping on the banks of the Columbia river on the Washington side we were blessed with a solid golden hour. After a storm blew through the blanket of clouds that surrounds Mt. Hood broke free to show the snow capped peak. Sitting on top of a berm we watched the trains that run about every 2 hours hugging the boarders, never truly picking what state the track wanted to be on. As the winds swept through the gorge slapping us on the face, time was still, breathing become easy for some as others used sleeves of flannels as handkerchief. No matter the level of travel sickness we all were taken back by the contrasts we came from.
printed on: 8x10 Fuji Crystal Archive luster
photographed: Spring 2018
each print is made to order/hand signed