It’s been suggested this could be a very pregnant bear relaxing in the sea
To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.
― Alan W. Watts
Such a marvelous drive down the coast with the sun popping through the mist and the clouds at unexpected moments… This is the time of year I live for.
Looking south from Cape Sebastian. With the elusive Mack Arch off in the distance.
A closer look at Mack Arch…
If one’s fated to be born in Caesar’s Empire, let him live aloof, provincial, by the seashore…
― Joseph Brodsky
Does it seem like we’re rushing things a bit with the pussy-willows blooming already?
a tune to go with it
When the groundhog casts his shadow
And the small birds sing
And the pussywillows happen
And the sun shines warm
And when the peepers peep
Then it is Spring
― Margaret Wise Brown
A rainbow touching down at Humbug Mountain is the treat after the stormy skies we’ve had.
Photo credit goes to Eric since I was home struggling with taxes while Eric worked on the new floors.
You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don’t know it, all of that doesn’t even matter. Every second that you spend on doubting your worth, every moment that you use to criticize yourself; is a second of your life wasted, is a moment of your life thrown away. It’s not like you have forever, so don’t waste any of your seconds, don’t throw even one of your moments away.
― C. JoyBell C.
Far too many things crowding out blogging for me lately. I haven’t tracked how often I’ve been posting, though I’ve tried very hard to keep up with replies to comments. I also suspect that my comments at other much loved blogs have slipped a bit lately. We’ve spent some time down south working on the new house and there’s no internet down there. Then taxes are going to be utterly crazy this year with a bunch of real estate stuff and more to complicate matters. I’ll just apologize here and now for not keeping up… there are still a number of posts I’ve saved for that rainy day (though come to think of it, we’ve had a great many rainy days lately… perhaps I should make that a sunny day???)
This is what it looked like Saturday at Cape Sebastian between downpours. The fog was rolling in. Trust me, this is not a black & white shot…. it just looks that way.
Looking north at Cape Sebastian there was a bit less fog, thus a hint of color…
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
― Robert Frost
The perfect day between the storms. Sissy really needed a good run and she certainly got it.
Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone.
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in your own.
― Adam Lindsay Gordon
We stopped at the Malheur Wildlife Refuge back in September. I didn’t take very many pictures because it looked very dry and there wasn’t much lake to be seen because of the four year drought we’d experienced. This area is essentially high desert and not what I’d classify as very scenic, at least not in its desiccated condition.
Some distance from the Refuge, perhaps even within its boundaries, we were allowed a few decent shots of this Greater Yellowlegs (Sandpiper).
(click for a better look)
These are probably the sort of hostages this invading ‘Militia’ is likely to take out there at the Wildlife Refuge. In case you’ve missed the Oregon invasion by the Bundy Militia… it’s all over the internet and Twitter.
Over in the neighboring county, I did take some pictures of Lake Abert. You can see the desolate desert terrain here, as well as the dried out condition of the lake back in September. There really isn’t a whole lot out there except for birds and sagebrush. Makes me wonder why these militia types can’t just leave this bit of country to the birds for their migration. Without these rest stops, the birds could be headed for extinction. It almost makes me wish for the same fate for these crazy hotheads.
A bit farther down the road, just before sunset, I did get a chance to experience the Sandhill Cranes doing their dance. Hearing their calls was the thrill of a lifetime. I really do need to learn to shoot some video though! Such a pity some folks can’t seem to appreciate these creatures. I’d be willing to bet they’d rather shoot them.
A true conservationist is a man who knows that the world is not given by his fathers, but borrowed from his children.
― John James Audubon
Apologies for going missing, but I was hit with a very nasty cold that was difficult to shake…. luckily the worst seems to be past, but I’m needing to catch up on the mundane tidbits of life now. Bubba still hangs around guarding his feeder. Pity he didn’t pose like this when the rain gage was up to the five inch mark. This morning his juice was frozen, or nearly so. :)
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome.
― Derek Walcott,
It never really gets old unless it gets too cold. This wave of one storm after another has been marvelous. It’s what a winter ought to be. I don’t miss the shoveling… ;)
You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms…
― Anna Akhmatova
We seem to have two species of hummingbirds around here. The Anna’s stick around all year. This time of year, the little darlings don’t have a huge variety of flowers blooming, so I provide feeders to help them through the winter months. This little sweetie has taken to perching in the apple or fig tree guarding over the feeder and buzzing any intruders.
It’s about 45º F (7º C) and the tiny dear is fluffed up while trying to warm up in the sun.
Come spring we’ll get a huge influx of Rufous hummingbirds. They’re a bit more colorful and feisty enough to drive the poor Anna’s away from the feeders. They only stick around for a short time before moving to greener pastures I suppose. I did a post mostly featuring the Rufous at the very beginning of June HERE and HERE.
more Pooh wisdom:
But it isn’t easy,’ said Pooh. ‘Because Poetry and Hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. And all you can do is to go where they can find you.
― A.A. Milne,