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.
So 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,