where the storms come from

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I just love this sort of lighting… it looks a bit dark and foreboding, but then there’s those marvelous reflections of sun off the water. Never a dull moment. I’ll take it over screaming sunshine and a cloudless sky any day.

bubba-0262Bubba, scrunched up trying to keep warm about a week ago. The Rufous springtime invasion has started and the hummer wars have commenced. They are such fun to watch. I haven’t managed a good shot of the orange-red invaders yet, but hope to soon.

Oh yeah… and I have daffodils blooming already (at least for a week, or more)! Must be spring even though the storms continue. Perhaps not quite as severe as they have been. Oddly today the ground turned white from a hail storm that lasted maybe five minutes.

She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    “Winter is dead.”
A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

take a break…

This is some pretty wild violin… worth a click

if you’ve wondered…

I have had a few dear friends inquire, but I’m still alive and (mostly) well.

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This crazy winter has slowed us down somewhat with wave after wave of rain and wind, but compared to the rest of the country we’ve been truly lucky. Unfortunately the storms seem to be reflected inside my head with sinus and ear problems. I’ve done quite a bit of hibernating.

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Then there’s been this urge to start doing some serious weeding through the accumulation of clutter that seems to happen when one is settled in a place for any length of time. Hopefully the storms will start to recede and we can get on with this relocation.

I’ve tried to keep up with blogging, but for now it’s been sporadic though not entirely a lost cause. Hoping to be back in the groove again sometime in the near future.

When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too. 
Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

birds

It was wonderful to see some sun and apparently we weren’t the only ones out enjoying it.

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But first there were the days of snow (unusual for our area) when Bubba, our resident hummingbird, hunkered down waiting for that sunny day. I tried to help by putting out warmer sugar water since the stuff in the feeder had frozen overnight.

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We passed three juvenile bald eagles perched in the trees near the side of the road.

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This one seems to beg for a caption of “what are you looking at?”
The two other young eagles were hiding behind a thicket of branches, so hard to get a decent shot of them. We suspect the larger bird (in this shot) may have been one we watched being raised in the nest from two years ago. Last year’s pair didn’t pose as conveniently. They were in a location not far from the nest, so we’re pretty happy that all the birds we watched over so happily and anxiously seem to have made it into adolescence.

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I lucked out and had this kestrel hanging out on my side of the road. Better lighting in that direction didn’t hurt a it (for a change).

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Another “what are YOU looking at” pose. I’ve always loved these tiny little raptors because of the coloring and the simple fact that they’re just so darned cute! Finally caught a half decent shot of one. Doing a happy dance here.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Good Poems for Hard Times

wet and wild

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Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world. 
Mary Oliver

a curry county christmas eve

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You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one. 
John Lennon

a very merry christmas

Wishing you all the best in the coming year, too.

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Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more! 
Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

island in high tide

We do get to see some sun between the storms of winter that roll in this time of year.

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The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas. The challenging days of my existence may or may not be bright and promising. Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If I insist on being pessimistic, there is always tomorrow. Today I am blessed. 
Maya Angelou

pretty wild

I often wonder about these folks who head out to the end of the jetty during some wild storm. They often seem to end up as rescues (successful or not) by the Coast Guard (who also risk their lives for these idiots.

This last batch, with the toddler on the guy’s shoulders, was out there past dark. Just one rogue wave and the whole lot of them could have been washed off that jetty where even the coast guard couldn’t find them that late at night.

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All that blood and…stuff. Me, I’ll take intelligent cowardice over foolhardy bravery any day 
A.C. Crispin, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

the river Elk

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Glimpses of water so clear…

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

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The color so amazing…

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

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Truly Oregon at its best.

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It’s all downhill from here.

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Sorry, no elk on this trip.

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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

 

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