Driving Home

Where I live is about 40 miles from anything even resembling blacktop road. The dirt-road leads out and around the end of a mountain, and through some really lovely country. With my new camera in tow, I decided to shoot some shots of that country as I made my way home this afternoon. Luckily, it happened to be raining off and on as I drove, and stopped to shoot. Made for some nice shots.

The mountain seems to have moods. Depending on the light, the weather, your angle, it can look completely different one day to the next, or even minute by minute. Each presentation, dark or light, small or rising huge from the country around it, seems as if its another expression of the spirit within the rock.
The shot with the windmill in the left of the picture if from, essentially, my front yard. Just inside the property fence, front-yard is about 100 yards behind me.