the river Elk


Glimpses of water so clear…


On the way back down, the river was on my side.


The color so amazing…


Less clearcuts seem to mean a less muddy or murky river when the rains come.


Truly Oregon at its best.


It’s all downhill from here.


Sorry, no elk on this trip.


Life takes us by surprise and orders us to move toward the unknown -even when we don’t want to and when we think we don’t need to.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept


Dr Seuss trees


Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. Oh! The places you’ll go!
Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!


The people that mind don’t matter, and the people that matter don’t mind.
Dr. Seuss


So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads. 
Dr. Seuss


Oregon green


Eric has been working so hard that he is overdue for a break. Yesterday we headed up along the Elk River. It turned out to be the perfect day for some shots of Oregon at its dampest and greenest.


I could not resist stopping to catch this lovely greenery pretending to be a waterfall.

elkriver-9627So soothing and refreshing.


More to come from this trip as I find the time to sort and post.


Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that
they have no tongues, could lecture
all day if they wanted about

spiritual patience? Isn’t it clear
the black oaks along the path are standing
as though they were the most fragile of flowers?

Every morning I walk like this around
the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart
ever close, I am as good as dead.

Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now
the crows break off from the rest of the darkness
and burst up into the sky—as though

all night they had thought of what they would like
their lives to be, and imagined
their strong, thick wings. 
Mary Oliver, Dream Work

taking a break

Those of you who have followed me for some time must have noticed that photography has taken a back seat to other stuff happening in my life… for now. Trips to the beach have become less frequent so we grab out moments when we can.


This is what the last outing looked like. Oddly enough I tend to like it this way. A bit on the dreary side, but warm enough with just a hoodie, very little wind to speak of and the beach nearly all to ourselves. Priceless.


Sissy gets to romp to her heart’s content and oh boy! does she love to run. My light jacket was just in case it started to rain. This is Oregon after all.


Interesting stuff washes up onshore. No idea what it is.


Eric gets to see some migrating birds. This one looked like a miniature gull, but closer inspection proved it to be a Phalarope. Pity I left the longer lens in the car.

Serenity is when you get above all this, when it doesn’t matter what they think, say or want, but when you do as you are, and see God and Devil as one. 
Henry Miller

a bit of jungle boogie

Happy Monday!

Laughs to brighten up your day…

Watching the river flow by

We’ve had quite a bunch of rain and the creek is more of a river now. The view from our front yard…


Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
Lao Tzu

a place I’ve often dreamed of

Falling more and more in love with our little spot on the creek…creek_house-8877

Another neighbor stopped to say howdy!


After the storm, the creek is up enough to launch the kayak… I suspect Eric really needed the break after all the work he’s been doing.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense. 
Ralph Waldo Emerson

more of the neighbors

I sat on these images for over a month because they weren’t as good as I might have hoped, but I can’t resist sharing these cute little fluff balls even if the pictures might have been better.

Callipepla californica
The valley quail is a native species originally confined to the counties bordering California and Nevada. They were transplanted to other areas of the state so long ago (beginning as early as 1870) that most Oregonians do not realize they were introduced in most of Oregon.


Mom (below) and dad (above) guarding their brood. There were far too many, moving way too fast to count. That’s one of the little chicks between the two adults.


These were taken near the end of August. By now they’re all mostly adult size. They peck away at the dirt and grass and never stand still for a moment.


A closer look.


I’m not sure if those on the left were siblings from an earlier batch, or cousins?


This little guy was right there amidst the quail contingent. I suspect I’ll have to do some serious thinking about what to plant and where. Maybe that’s where the easter eggs come from? Happy hump day!

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.
Robert Frost


our bit of heaven

We’ve been busy hoping to get the new windows in and perhaps start painting the exterior.


In the midst of work on the house, we were also anxious to get a closer look at the creek. Eric went to work with the machete and cleared the thicket of blackberry bushes, making it possible.


The first glimpse. There’s still some work to be done with some sort of stepping stone arrangement for easier access.  This is where he dreams of launching the kayak…


The bird highway. It’s still a bit low, but a couple of days of rain did add some noticeable water flow.


A view from below…

creek-1227Perhaps some fish somewhere in here, too?


Signs of some beaver activity.


Perhaps some day I’ll get a look at a real live beaver neighbor.

creek-9875Last, but not least, the quail covey enjoying the meadow grass seed that Eric planted.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. 
Shel Silverstein

the new neighbor


Competition for the blackberries.


Though he probably gets to the ones I can’t reach.


He’s such a lovely little guy. We’ll call him Spike. Pity the camera wasn’t handy the one time we spotted the bobcat.

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. 
Albert Einstein

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