By and by we headed down the Columbia River. Do they call it a valley or a gorge? I can't quite remember. What I feel this morning is how very gray it is. Having lived in this part of the world for a long time, gray is OK. It's peaceful. We love the overcast, most of the time. Coming back here after a month of sunshine is a bit of a shock. It's like suddenly being in an Ansel Adams photo. But, yes, it has a beauty of its own, with so many color tones, so subtle, and so life-giving.
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