Euchre Creek, Oregon

Euchre Creek between Humbug Mt and Ophir creates a really nice reflecting pool where it forms a lagoon on its way to the sea.

mist-4767This was the scene as we hiked to the beach. The mist just hung below Humbug Mt. with the lagoon in the mid distance.

mist-4763Pulling in Humbug a bit closer with one of the Sisters Rocks peeking through the mist.

mist-4709An interesting couple of chunks of driftwood in the lagoon with hills reflected from nearby for a bit of extra interest.

mist-4744The sky tried to steal the show. I didn’t notice the sun dog (near bottom left corner) until later.

mist-4737I managed to get the sun with its sundog to the right, but couldn’t find the one that should have been on the other side of the sun. Probably lost in the misty fog.

mist-4757Hills receding in the evening mist.

mist-4752And then the day was done… Next up will be the same view from above. 😉

The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see. 
― Edward Abbey



moody weather

Seems to be my kind of weather with the fog and the mist. I can’t seem to get enough of it and luckily I get quite a bit this time of year.

fog-4670Clouds or fog hovering over Cape Sebastian. Did I forget to mention that the beaches are often deserted this time of year?

fog-4685Another look back at Cape Sebastian nearly an hour later.

fog-4683A bit south toward Pistol River there was this cloud formation. You can see the Roll or Arcus Cloud hovering just above the horizon.  I suspect it was telling us of an incoming storm.

fog-4690Today, driving north, the fog was quite a bit thicker, adding its own beauty and mystery to the scene.

It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life. But the sea, though changed in a sinister way, will continue to exist; the threat is rather to life itself. 
― Rachel CarsonThe Sea Around Us

high tide and low fog

After a closer look at the images I captured a couple of days ago, it was interesting to compare the fog from Cape Sebastian, over 200 ft above sea level and then to see it from beneath the mist on the beach (at sea level, of course). My last post captured the scene from on high. Today I sorted through the shots taken down on the beach less than an hour later.

driftwood-4648It was high tide. This wave almost came close to getting my boots wet. I was watching through the view finder for it to come up to the driftwood… and it did!

fog-4619Looking back at Cape Sebastian shrouded in the mist.

fog-4656Monoliths on the beach. They do look a bit ominous, that one in front is the one with flowers growing on the top. It was quite friendly in the sunshine.

fog-4661Just a bit of blue sky peeking through the mist. I can almost feel guilty about our lovely weather given the nasty stuff hitting our northeast and the UK, too. Sending sympathy!

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome emotions, and they do not exist side by side with a lust for destruction.
{Speech accepting the John Burroughs Medal}”
― Rachel Carson


into the mist

Today was an amazingly scrumptious day! A bit misty, but warm and no wind and the sun shining through the haze… I had to post my two favorite shots before I get to poking through the others (there were quite a few to save for a rainy day)!


Looking out from Cape Sebastian past Meyers Creek and Pistol River, out to Mack Arch. Sorry, but the drone wasn’t used on this trip. We’re expecting rain perhaps tomorrow.


Crook Point and Mack Arch floating on the mist (thanks to the zoom lens).  I love this coast! 😀

We were made to enjoy music, to enjoy beautiful sunsets, to enjoy looking at the billows of the sea and to be thrilled with a rose that is bedecked with dew… Human beings are actually created for the transcendent, for the sublime, for the beautiful, for the truthful… and all of us are given the task of trying to make this world a little more hospitable to these beautiful things. 
― Desmond Tutu

osprey eye

Look who (what) joined us for Christmas? We call it “Ozzie”. Some of you may have guessed at how we got a picture in a previous post, but only one person two of you asked. Yes, the new toy is a drone and Eric is in the process of figuring it out. It’s complicated! Needless to say we are having an utter blast with it! You may note the watermark when it indicates that Ozzie’s eye has provided the scene (in case you can’t tell just by looking).

Rogue-Siskiyou-3Flying at about 400 ft looking east toward the National Forest. Off in the direction of the wildfire we had last summer.

Rogue-Siskiyou-2-4This time of year, the sun comes up and hits that mist flowing up the valleys. A scene I can’t help but get lost in.

Rogue-Siskiyou-2-2Looking west toward the ocean from up our canyon. With a bit of patience (a quality I need to work on for 2018) and a clear day, perhaps we’ll see the ocean.

Rogue-Siskiyou-2The view more or less southward. See the lovely clearcuts? We are pretty much surrounded by tree farms…

Rogue-Siskiyou-0001 …until you head up the road along the creek and eventually end up in the Siskiyou National Forest.
Rogue-Siskiyou-2-3The bridge over the Rogue River just before it goes out to sea. Keep in mind that these are early attempts and we’re still figuring out settings.

Rogue-Siskiyou-A few days later, we’re getting the hang of it a bit better. This is Ozzie’s version of the area from the previous post taken with my camera. Wondering if perhaps we can catch the Super Moon. (Too late now. The weather hasn’t cooperated at all.) It’s a thrill to get to know the neighborhood from on high.


I try to keep it light on politics here, but today I received an email from a local politician with the following image referring to the wildfires I’ve mentioned previously:


What’s wrong with this picture? I mentioned in the previous post that there’s some pretty hot talk about the aftermath of the wildfire which burned 7 homes, but no lives were lost. To me, the above provides a clear example of the sort of cognitive bias we see so much of today. There is no middle ground any more. The current issue is about salvage logging.

regeneration Some seem to think that we should just cut all the trees to prevent wildfires. What a concept! I didn’t exactly move here to gaze out at clearcuts all around. Seems there ought to be some middle ground here.

I found the above shot taken by our Public Radio News. It was taken at the recent burn area we couldn’t get into. It seems as though regeneration has already started. Yes, we all use wood products, but there are untold acres/miles of tree farms, or plantations as some call them.  It seems that the folks wanting to cut all the trees down feel justified because logging was once the major industry here. It’s far too easy to see this fire as an excuse to invade the few remaining wild places left in order to try to revive this crippled industry. They don’t seem to grasp that most of those logging jobs are gone because of the monster machines both in the woods and the sawmills, not to mention all the logs being shipped overseas. One machine replaces a dozen jobs out in the woods or the sawmills. Those machines also make it far more difficult for a forest to recover.  Salvage logging is exactly the wrong way to heal a post-fire landscape since it can often cause erosion that slides into rivers and damages fish habitat and water quality. Once the trees are gone, there’s not much left. It can be difficult, if not impossible for a forest to recover from the intense activity of a logging or salvage operation.

The folks wanting to do the salvage logging overlook tourism and fishing which drives the local economy these days. To quote Dellasala, Chief Scientist at the non-profit Geos Institute in Ashland (link to the full article):

“Fire doesn’t destroy ecosystems. It rejuvenates them,” he says. “It’s Nature’s phoenix, and ecosystems will literally rise from the ashes soon after the burn.”

“That [salvage logging] takes out the big live and dead trees that are essential to re-booting that ecosystem, damages soil, sends sediment into streams, killing off salmon spawning beds from the extensive road network,” he says, “That’s the real catastrophe. It’s not the forest fire.”

End of rant….

We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature. 
― Henry David ThoreauWalden: Or, Life in the Woods


This past year had its exciting moments. The most intense excitement happened when we drove up to Sundown Mt to see if it might be a good viewing spot for the eclipse. Instead we watched the Chetco Bar Wildfire blow out from a ridge top nearby. We live at the edge of the Siskiyou National Forest and 2017 was a hot one for this neighborhood. Currently the dirt roads into the burn areas are closed, but we revisited an adjacent area where the Biscuit Fire in 2002 burned nearly a half a million acres. In other words we haven’t seen the fire scar from this past summer, but we could see what it might look like 15 years from now.


Remnants of burnt trees from the 2002 Biscuit Fire.


The loggers call them snags (dead or dying trees). They can be a serious hazard in the woods.


A rather spooky impression created by the mist rising up from the ravines. The sun was going down making the clouds or mist look like smoke in an area that’s seen its share of the real stuff.


The Siskiyou National Forest is a huge area, a landscape shaped by fire, geology and time. Most of it far too rugged for any sort of development other than exploitation by the extractive industries. There’s quite a political struggle as a result. There are those who seem to think that the solution to wildfires is to cut all the timber. leaving a naked and ravaged landscape. On the other side there are those wanting to preserve these rugged landscapes with all their biodiversity.


You can likely guess which side I’m on with my love of wild, untamed scenes such as those above. Surely we could all stand to get out of the frantic cities once in awhile for some peace and fresh air and serenity.

Wishing you all a Happy and Healthy 2018!

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. 
― Edward Abbey



I’ve been hoping to catch a lenticular cloud over Humbug Mountain and today was the closest I’ve come to one. There it was Humbug wearing a white cap on its peak. What amazed me was how quickly it formed, dissipated and formed again. Pity the mist or fog was a bit thick for a clear shot.

Word of the day: Lenticular- lens shaped.

According to AccuWeather Meteorologist Jesse Ferrell, lenticular clouds are formed when air moves over mountains, cooling sufficiently for condensation to take place. Lenticular clouds are different from other clouds because they don’t move, he said.

“They are continually reformed over the same location by new air rising up and over a mountain, condensing and producing the clouds,” Ferrell said.


People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child—our own two eyes. All is a miracle. 
― Thich Nhat Hanh

the day after

Seeing it like a bird…. the bare alders along the water with evergreens for contrast.river-2-2

A happy and merry day after…..

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. 
― Albert Camus



One of my favorite days of the year. The shortest, but it marks a time when daylight thinks about sticking around a bit longer even if we don’t actually feel it for a bit.


Finishing off the trip home from Portland. I can’t get enough of that silver sparkle on the ocean. It’s pure magic.


My best buddy at my side. Life is good! 😊

Just for fun here’s a slide show (unedited) of the drive starting with Port Orford… we were too tired to stop and the weather was a bit ugly but the sunset was so terrific  I had to keep shooting with the point ‘n shoot as we drove along. Watch for the road signs and power poles and the ones where we hit the bumps in the road… not to mention the one where the flash went off  and I had the window closed. But you couldn’t ask for a nicer contrast to big city gridlock.

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Last, but not least… Sissy so glad to be home!


Make your mistakes, take your chances, look silly, but keep on going. Don’t freeze up. 
― Thomas WolfeYou Can’t Go Home Again

daffy ducks

We stopped at Eckman Lake in Waldport to watch the ducks… mostly Buffleheads at first.


A male Bufflehead in flight,


Followed by the female taking off down the runway.


A Great Blue Heron takes to the air with its massive wing spread


then drops for a landing.


The male Buffy with a retinue of three females (or perhaps the two in front could be juveniles).


“duuh… where did he go?”


Finally, a feeding frenzy of Wigeons (mostly) and a few Gadwalls of the dabbling duck family…

All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!  
― Kenneth Grahame


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