I realize I have a thing for sunbursts, seeing that the majority of my nature photos have a sunburst of some kind peeking through in the frame. Maybe it’s because that’s one of the things I’m most proud of accomplishing along this photography journey of mine.
Whatever the case, this was taken Saturday along one of Joey’s favorite mountain bike trails where we’d all gone to spend a freakishly warm afternoon riding (The Boys) and hiking and taking pictures (me). It was 72 degrees with beautiful blue skies, birds were singing in the tree branches, mountain bikers and hikers with dogs and kids were everywhere. . . .
Sunday the wind kicked in from the northwest at a brisk clip chasing the sun away and tanking the temperatures by 32 degrees by sunset. We woke up today with wind chills in the single digits. Welcome back, Old Man Winter.