November 15, 2018 was amazing, lines of mountain wave clouds, stacks of lenticular clouds like ducklings in a row. One stack at the top of each wave of fast moving air.
I raced to my favorite spot, over looking Mount Adams, and found this scene. enjoy!
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The last few days have been full of fog, great rivers of undulating white streamers of fog crashing up the banks of the Columbia River Gorge like big waves at the beach during times of high tide and winds.
Driving around the Bald Mountain turns on Highway 141 out of White Salmon tonight was like driving through split pea soup. It reminds me so much of childhood when we would have a lot of fog. My dad would call it split pea soup so thick you could cut it with a knife, he said. When a car comes to wards you through the thick fog, you hardly see them at all until they’re almost level with you. The fog travels in fingers of undulating White up from the rivers below, and you will suddenly break out of the fog into perfect clear, then dive back into white so thick it’s hard to see your hand in front of your face. There is something so mysterious and beautiful about fog this thick, as though you could come out of the fog bank into a different time or place, a different world
December 28, 2o13 looking west down the Columbia River Gorge from White Salmon, WA
Mitchell Point near Hood River, Oregon on a foggy day in early December
Looking up at the frostline December 27 at the East end of Bingen
Mt Hood with a saucy Puss in Boots style hat with a large weather. December 27
These are images that are part of my heart, some of my favorites to bring back around. Most of these are available on my Smugmug site, they are often hanging in my gallery shows, and look gorgeous on Metal prints, Thinwraps, Gallery wrapped Canvas, or Prints
I’ve started a side branch blog called “Starlisa Stories” at starlisastories.wordpress.com
I will do a lot of this deep journaling, philosophizing, mental health, ADD AND Autism, and self-help kind of posting on that blog and keep this one for Photography. Truly they often get mingled anyway! My thinking is there are certain people who are really interested in the journaling aspect of my work and others who preferred just the photography.
I would love feedback from anyone reading this!
It’s also a bit confusing simply because both pages use the same iconic Starlisa Black Photography logo. If I figure out a way to separate that I may do so, or is it better to keep it all tied together that way? Anyone else that does more than one blog?
Peeking into the mouth of the Dragon
https://starlisastories.wordpress.com/2019/08/18/peeking-into-the-mouth-of-the-dragon/
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“Don’t walk behind me I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.” ~Albert Camus
The Elusive Creative Muse
Beauty is everywhere. As I write this, I can hear the geese flying overhead through my open window. It tugs at my spirit to come and play and dance on the wind. Looking around me I see all the unfinished projects and “things I need to do” instead. No wonder I’m such a procrastinator! Hmmm, follow the geese to the lake, or take care of duties. Yikes! So instead, here I sit writing about it all, looking inside for the elusive flow of creativity that helps fuel my life. Inspiration seems to have been hiding lately. I feel a need to track down my creative muse and drag her kicking and screaming from whatever box she is hiding in among the remaining chaos from moving. Perhaps she fell asleep curled up in a box of special treasures gathered over many years. Oh, and there are far far too many of those gathered treasures, and choices to be made. It is starting to sound like a search for my muse might include more sorting and eliminating! Ohhhh the choices… they become overwhelming, and soon i wander off to follow a dream.
May 18. Lots of memories associated with this day, most of mine having to do with mom’s birthday and one birthday in particular when Mount Saint Helens blew her top.
May 18, 1980. It was my moms birthday, and my husband and I were in the old truck with mom and dad driving up in the hills past Trout Lake. We saw the column of Ash, and thought at first that it was a fire, but quickly figured out it wasn’t. We drove up to a place we could see a little bit better and watched for awhile. Then Jerry and I drove back home to La Center, and drove up back roads into the mountains on the south west side. We were sitting on a cliff all night watching it blow and you could feel the ground shake. Red tail hawks and eagles were soaring overhead.
10 days later on May 28, we were up in north eastern Washington seeing ash everywhere. While we were there the mountain blew again, to the south west this time. We couldn’t go home back down I-5, and had to travel through Yakima on the east side of the Cascade mountains back down to the Columbia River gorge and then west along WA-14. When we got to our trailer in La Center, there were several inches of ash piled on the roof.
Mom was fascinated by the mountain blowing in her lifetime, and thought it was a pretty interesting birthday present!
May 18, 2019. This year for Mom’s birthday, she gets another of her children, Roger, joining her in the spirit world. I’m pretty sure she’ll put him to work right away. Roger Black passed on May 16, 2019.
Mom, you are Missed, and Loved forever! I remember you talking about how strange it felt to be almost the last one left of your siblings. Now I understand all too well. You raised us to believe in the afterlife, and family being together forever; gratefulness fills my heart.
Mount St. Helens and me, in recent years. Taken at McClellan Viewpoint in GPNF
This is posting only now because for some reason my mobile app has not been uploading posts like I thought it was.
At long last, some research and discussion on stimming, from the perspective of actually autistic adults.
“Through interviews and focus groups, we asked 32 autistic adults to share their perceptions and experiences of stimming, including the reasons they stim, any value doing so may hold for them and their perceptions of others’ reactions to stimming. Using thematic analysis, we identified two themes: stimming as (1) a self-regulatory mechanism and (2) lacking in social acceptance, but can become accepted through understanding. Autistic adults highlighted the importance of stimming as an adaptive mechanism that helps them to soothe or communicate intense emotions or thoughts and thus objected to treatment that aims to eliminate the behaviour.”
journals.sagepub.com/doi/pdf/10.1177/1362361319829628
