My storm has passed
Vision returns
Uncontaminated by rage
Against what I cannot change
Lament descends
A comforting quilt
Enfolds my aching body
With sweet solemn sorrow
For what might have been
Now a mere shadow
In this dying day
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About a year ago Read the rest of this entry »
gleaming mists
frost needles–
autumn shivers
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D took this photo about mid-morning on our way to the Painted Hills. We were on Route 26, Read the rest of this entry »
Mitchell, Oregon (pop. 130) looks like a town that forgot about time. Read the rest of this entry »
The High Dessert in Oregon, on the way to Mitchell, Oregon – October 2015
Have you ever seen the high desert in central Oregon? The one many early settlers had to travel across to reach the West Coast? Without maps and only occasional guides?
No? Neither had I until last week. Read the rest of this entry »
Every time I visit my adult children these days I have aging on mind. My recent hike in a forest brought it all back.
Signs of death are everywhere. Like a slow dancing rain, Read the rest of this entry »
Yesterday D and I went for a forest walk with family members. The weather was perfect: cool, not cold; drizzly, not raining; overcast, not stormy–with sun breaking through during the last bit of our hike. Lots of downhill and uphill climbing on a marked trail.
It’s mushroom season! Read the rest of this entry »
white sand gleams pure
buttressed boulders stand watch
trees aren’t telling
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Hilton Head Island, 1972, on the Atlantic Ocean side of the island. Thanks to the good graces of the owners, Read the rest of this entry »
once-jagged layers
wear light blue-gray and deep brown
sand-polished by waves
rocks along the edge
bear chalky white droppings from
seabirds passing by
enduring beauty
created by stormy seas
and heaving earthquakes
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 29 July 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, October 2012
Oswald West State Park, Oregon
~~~~~~American Beech with Seed Cone
Evensong came earlier today
Accompanied by sweet robins
Singing the sun to rest
Mature green-leaved trees give early signs of fall
Clusters of seed pods glow yellow-green
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Telling the Truth 