Idle Moments
June 15, 2014
“Why is it so hard for us to simply stop for a moment? We are not so important — the world will continue grinding on — but I guarantee you, the seemingly idle moments you steal will be immeasurably gratifying. . . . Lying in the grass is sinfully pleasant.”
— Ken McAlpine, Islands Apart: A Year on the Edge of Civilization
“Creativity is the residue of time wasted.”
— Albert Einstein
Fisherman at Green Lake with great blue heron
It’s almost summertime, when the living is easy. Aahhh!
“the leaping greenly spirits of trees . . .”
— e e cummings
Tall trees of the Hoh Rain Forest
Our second Olympic National Park destination was the Hoh Rain Forest. This temperate rain forest gets 12 to 14 feet of rain each year, but we were lucky to be visiting on a sunny day. We began seeing moss-draped trees on the road leading into the heart of the rain forest. Instead of fifty shades of gray, we were seeing fifty shades of green.
Fisherman in the Hoh River
The road into the Hoh valley
Green, green stream
Hall of Mosses trail
Tall trees on a rare blue-sky day
Living giants
New growth on fallen log
Light through a lacey green curtain
Nurse log (fallen tree nourishing new trees)
Rings of a fallen giant
Ground cover
Noah peeking around the trunk of a giant
These ferns reminded me of sea horses
Ferns with Holga-ish effect
190-foot fallen Sitka spruce
Moss-Hung Trees
by Gertrude Gilmore, 1936
Moss-hung trees
Like the mantilla of a beautiful lady’s ghost
Bearing elusive fragrance of a faint perfume
Soft, caressing;
Shaped
Like the wings of huge, inert gray moths, —
Weird and uncertain branches veining them
Gossamer, intangible;
And reshaped
Like fairy cobwebs interlacing mesh upon mesh
With lights of foolish insects caught within them
Restive, darting
With shadows —
Like half reluctant thoughts lately modified
In a world of fantastical shapes and causes,
Mystical, fleeting.
Mossy branches of a maple tree
Moss-laden maple
Urban Salmon Fishing
September 25, 2009
My husband fishing for salmon from Harbor Island
Fishermen line up on the dock at Harbor Island
Fishing under the Seattle skyline
Salmon fishing at dusk, Seattle
My husband has found a new fishing spot on Harbor Island. A virtual United Nations of fellow fishermen line up elbow to elbow for their chance to catch salmon. The view of downtown Seattle and the shipyards is incredible.
Fisherman at Harbor Island
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