Smoke and fog makes for lots of smog… though I’m wishing it was more fog than smoke.


An eerie orange moon last night.


Helicopters with water buckets flying over our house.


Heading out to Cape Sebastian for a look around. The smog to the south very nearly blocks the view of the coast.


Looking north back at Cape Sebastian.


Smoky sky looking toward Pistol River. If it jumps the Pistol River there isn’t a whole lot left to stop it in our direction… other than favorable weather and brave firefighters.


The sun filtered through the smog…


The waves reflecting orange sparkles created by the smoggy sun.


The bridge over Pistol River (at the right) with Cape Sebastian in the distance.


Last, but not least, I passed one of the fire camps in Brookings. As if they didn’t breathe enough smoke while they worked to put it out. It looks like they get to inhale it while they sleep in their tents. I can’t begin to express the gratitude I feel for these folks who put their lives on the line to save us and our homes.

Showing gratitude is one of the simplest yet most powerful things humans can do for each other. 
― Randy PauschThe Last Lecture


a smoky saturday

Where is Smokey when you need him? …but looking back a few days when the coastal breezes pushed the smoke away from the coast… hoping for some rainkissing_rock-2874

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go… 
― Dr. SeussOh, The Places You’ll Go!

easing back in again

My posts have been a bit sporadic. Life has been pretty hectic, but I miss blogging so I’m going to attempt to do a quick post as often as I can… perhaps just a single shot with a few words? We still watch smoke come and go, but I’m getting better at ignoring it or not stressing so much about whether we’ll have to evacuate. I think I may shut down comments to make things simple for me and thee! 😀


Ladies who play with fire must remember that smoke gets in their eyes. 
― Mae West


8 years

Hard to believe I’ve been blogging with WordPress for 8 years. What a fun experience that has been (a few minor frustrations notwithstanding… 🙂


The fog rolled in and pushed the smoke away from us…

The truth is life is full of joy and full of great sorrow, but you can’t have one without the other. 
― Andre Dubus IIIHouse of Sand and Fog

sunday watch

Chetco-2783‘smoked’ cherry tomatoes…

Chetco-2829The view from my bedroom window at midday… luckily as evening approaches the offshore winds seem to be pushing the smoke back toward the fire and it’s thinned here quite a bit.

Chetco-2791In the meantime, we watched the antics of Rocky – our resident rock squirrel. Looks like we’ll need to rename him since the rock squirrel’s territory is limited to the SW. Our guy is apparently a California Ground Squirrel.

Chetco-2813Sniffing the dandelions.

Chetco-2806Digging for something. The digging can become problematic since they are known to dig in under the house.

Chetco-2819Nibbling on sedge.

Chetco-2777Finally, a juvenile stellar jay entertained us.



The concept of conservation is a far truer sign of civilization than that spoilation of a continent which we once confused with progress. 
― Peter MatthiessenWildlife in America


smoked out

Theoretically we were at 98% of totality for the eclipse. The sun should have come up in a notch created by the canyon where we live. We even scouted out a nearby location on a mountain top in case there was low lying fog (common during mornings so close to the coast).


Heading out Sunday night Aug 20th close to 4pm, we were greeted by this plume of smoke as we headed into the hills. This wasn’t at all unexpected since the fire has been burning and spreading since July 12th.


From a nearby peak we could see the smoke covering the mountains to the south.


We watched as the fire spread closer in our direction. There was a major fire back in 2002 in some of the current burn. The bare trees seen just under the smoke layer are likely dead ‘snags’ left from the 2002 Biscuit fire.


We watched as the plumes of smoke spread and grew.


Looking back toward the ocean, the smoke seemed to dissipate as it headed out to sea


and the colors turned more ominous as it got closer to sunset.


An eerie sunset looking west.


The next morning, heading out well before the eclipse, there was a thick haze as an inversion apparently pushed all that smoke lower to the ground.


Near the start of the eclipse, I took a chance with the above shot even though the advice is not to shoot straight into the sun. It shows the spooky light from all the smoke rather than the eclipse.


We had the eclipse glasses and I checked on the progress of the eclipse periodically, but there were no weird shadows that I could find. A bit of a disappointment in general. I turned to shooting other entities as suggested by the many eclipse sites.


This shot does seem to suggest that the scene turned darker near the time of totality.


It gradually lightened up on our way back down the mountain. So far we’ve been lucky. The quarter acre of fire that was first discovered has spread to over 90,000 acres, but unless there’s a radical shift in the wind it doesn’t appear to be heading in our direction.

Chetco Bar fire now top priority in the country (see OPB article)

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring



exciting times

Chetco-2511(taken from my bedroom window)

There’s been a wildfire to the south of us that started July 12th. It’s been in a wilderness area where they’ve been trying to contain it, not put it out because of the inaccessible terrain. This morning we looked out from our porch to see the above plume of smoke that looked a bit ominous. We headed into town to stock up on essentials and learned that the fire had jumped the Chetco River which had been one of the ‘containment’ lines between us and the fire. Not to worry, it’s still quite a distance from us, but given the weather conditions and the unpredictability of this sort of event… life could get a whole lot more ‘interesting’.….

Oddly enough we drove through that area just a few weeks ago (July 3rd) to see the remnants of a previous wildfire from 2002…


The current wildfire is close to this same area. AGAIN. I had thought that a recently burnt section would be safe from fire, but apparently there’s enough there to skunk around and spread to unburned areas of the forest.


You can see the sort of wild forest that surrounds us. The above shot is part of the 2002 Biscuit Fire area. By now the current fire may have reached this area. We remain vigilant and watching to see how this all progresses. Needless to say, they have closed off access to the road we were on back at the beginning of July.

As it turned out, home wasn’t a certain place; home as a feeling from the ones for whom you cared most, a feeling of peace that calmed the wildfires of your soul. 
― Brittainy C. CherryThe Fire Between High & Lo



The ever changing moods of the coast…


The sunset never ceases to surprise. We thought it was done, but this called for a u-turn!

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it–always. 
― Mahatma Gandhi


a bit abstract


bits of this and that and kelp floating on a calm sea…

To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float. 
― Alan W. Watts

a different view

Meyers-2100Eric’s perspective from down low… making the beach into a moonscape.

Meyers-2170…but taking another look from on high

Meyers-2113…he came back with this (picture only – no disturbing the native vegetation please!)

Meyers-2107…me and Sissy, anxiously watching from down on the ground


…back to ground level, Sissy caught levitating across the wet sand…

Some might think that the creativity, imagination, and flights of fancy that give my life meaning are insanity. 
― Vladimir Nabokov


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