The joys of flying SB are familiar, yet still so new every time we go up. Like this new perspective we got on familiar Tangerine Falls recently.
1385 White Tangerine
The water was completely gone, and even the tangerine color that lingers when it’s a trickle. I was surprised to see it bleached white, and as you can see in a closer look it appeared very much like frosted ice.
1385 Frozen Falls
Were it not for the evergreen shrubs and the bucolic 70F air we so often enjoy here, that finely textured white could fit right into an arctic scene. Turning back toward the airport after these few minutes of refreshing delights, we got a familiar joy looking at Our Town.
1386 Quiet Quilt
The textures and colors spread like a blanket, going up Altered State Street between the Mission at the left and Cottage Hospital at the right, through downtown and out onto Stearn’s Wharf. Our sleepy town a familiar quiet quilt we’ve slept cozily in for almost twenty years now.
John & Anne Wiley 
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