It is easy to preach the forbearance of discomfort, but it is hard to put it into practice.
The last day of the heat wave wasn't really that hot at 5000 feet, in the mountains of northeastern Oregon. But there was no air, that is, no movement of air, no wind. The lifelessness of the air made the whole forest seem disgusting. (I need to read up on the linguistic confusion over words or etymologies such as pneuma, spirit, soul, and wind.) And then some cold air moved in.
The next morning seemed like a new world, not because it was that cool, but because the forest was once again experiencing the breath of life. Every square inch of your skin grins. But it doesn't get glamorized or even mentioned a lot, probably because it is difficult to photograph. Hopefully people will take it as a challenge, rather than photograph one more red sunset.
Maybe this would be a great place to use video rather than still photography.
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