gleaming mists
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 »
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 »
To Rev. George MacDonald
My dear Sir,
Whilst traveling in the high desert of Oregon
Akin to yet unlike your Scottish highlands,
I serendipitously came upon a magnificent sight
Joyfully assembled, I am certain, just for you.Our journey being long and arduous,
We covenanted to halt upon our return
So as to capture this sign from heaven
In all its aromatic and motley creativity.
By summer 1972 D knew things might not work out for him at the Bible College. I wasn’t sure they would work for me, either. Read the rest of this entry »
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 »
Photos melt my heart. Especially when they capture someone I love in a moment of truth. Read the rest of this entry »
one atop another
grief teeters
tiny fists
clench defiantly
storm heaven
fallen comrades
gather round
cold drizzle
and fierce gusts
notwithstanding
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Cairn O’ Mount in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. It’s the last day Read the rest of this entry »