We do get to see some sun between the storms of winter that roll in this time of year.
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
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.
All that blood and…stuff. Me, I’ll take intelligent cowardice over foolhardy bravery any day
― A.C. Crispin,
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,
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,
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
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,
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