September 20, 2014
In a New Dory Downriver to Home
I see the silence still has
a home for me.
Of all the splendors here
the best is I own nothing.
The cat-tails belong to the blackbird,
the willow belongs to the beaver,
the mud belongs to minnows and frogs,
to ducks and herons,
to everything that needs to go untroubled
to live and die with grace
and thriving to the very end.
— from Notes from Disappearing Lake: The River Journals of Robert Sund, edited by Glenn Hughes and Tim McNulty
“The day, water, sun, moon, night — I do not have to purchase these things with money.”
— Plautus (254 – 184 B.C.)
September 18, 2014
I took advantage of the lingering sunny summer weather to take a drive south to J Foss Garden Flowers of Chehalis. I met Janet a couple of years ago and had dreamed of someday wandering her flower fields with camera in hand. This has been an unusually dry summer, and that presented challenges this year for flower growers. But farming is like that. I saw much beauty in the flower beds on Janet’s farm. I think you will agree.
September 17, 2014
It’s hard to find something to say every day in this blog, and so I will invest in a day of quiet — Wordless Wednesdays. Instead of words and quotes, I will practice expanding my point of view by taking 12 different photographs of an object. I got the idea for this practice/exercise from Drawing Projects: An Exploration of the Language of Drawing by Mick Maslen and Jack Southern. I think it will be challenging and interesting to find less obvious angles as I wield my camera. See what you think.
September 16, 2014
“In my view, you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.” — Emile Zola
Like Zola, I seem to see better through my camera lens. I can frame details that are harder to zero in on when I gaze with just my eyes. I was amazed to see such joyful, spring-like pink in the late summer gardens at the Center for Urban Horticulture. These giant pink hibiscus were in all stages of bloom — from bud to fallen petals.
September 15, 2014
“But a summer morning when the sky first glows is a cathedral of anticipation.”
— Verlyn Klinkenborg, The Rural Life
Early morning departure. Driving in the dark. Arriving at Sunrise Point on Mount Rainier just in time to watch the sun rise over the Cascade Mountains. Clear skies at dawn. It’s worth sacrificing sleep to experience this glory even without the drama of illuminated clouds.
September 14, 2014
September 11, 2014
Today’s post is my public service announcement spreading the news about the Smithsonian magazine’s annual Free Museum Day on Saturday September 27, 2014. Its website provides a list of participating museums by state, and once you decide which museum you’d like to visit, you can register and print an admission slip.
One year my husband and I took advantage of this offer to make our first trip to the Maryhill Museum along the Columbia River in eastern Washington. This year I plan to go to the Tacoma Art Museum to see Matika Wilbur’s photographic portraits of Native American Indians.
This program provides a wonderful opportunity to treat yourself to some culture. Let me know where you will be going!