Patterns...

We roamed the back roads around Walla Walla on a mostly gray day... it rained and snowed and hailed, and every time I got out, I tracked gobs of mud and gravel into the Pilot. But late in the morning, the weather lifted for a time, and gave glimpses of blue and fleecy clouds. I was drawn to the contrasting patterns of the day... rounded hills of winter wheat, green under last year's stubble, highlighting the paths of tractors. The straight grooves of newly graded gravel roads. And those beautiful clouds.