Contemplations in Rain

Contemplations… rain seems to slide the thoughts into pathways made rusty by such a long dry hot spell.  Perhaps it is the sudden release of breathe after tracking so many fires this year.  Or perhaps the moisture lubricates the mind, allowing it to slip and slide here and there.  Out the window from where I sit and type, the rain has stopped again, the plums are huge and purple on the trees near the deck, and brighter light seems to bring a glow to the wet leaves and grass.
Mount Adams still hides her face behind the soft gray veil,  refusing to show her new covering of fresh snow.  I can only assume the peak has this new white gown, based on the reports from Mount Rainer’s Paradise webcams found here.

for example, at this time I see this grouping around the Jackson Visitor Center at Paradise.

Also there were reports last night from Mount Hood’s Timberline of 8-9 inches of new snow, and a very happy St. Bernard that lives at the Lodge.

You can see webcams via Timberline here.

Meanwhile, the Snotel site at Surprise Lakes up in Gifford Pinchot National Forest claims no precipitation lately, which makes me wonder if it is actually working!  Or maybe I am reading it incorrectly.  This particular report on the Snotel site shows nearly a full years daily records, beginning 10-1-16.  interesting!

Well, that was an interesting side track in my flowing rain thoughts!  This has been the strangest of years.  I am wondering if we will slide quickly through Autumn and into a harsh winter.  Eternally hoping for the long beautiful Fall weather I love so much, but not so sure i will get it this year.  Might have to content myself with fall colors from previous years such at this:

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And now, as I finish up, the RAIN has continued.  I learned some new words this week:
      Petrichor:  pet·ri·chor, ˈpeˌtrīkôr/  (noun)  is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek πέτρα petra, meaning “stone”, and ἰχώρ īchōr, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.

also:  a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
“other than the petrichor emanating from the rapidly drying grass, there was not a trace of evidence that it had rained at all”

Pluviophile. a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

Psithurism

(n.) (obsolete)   The sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves.

 

Wishing you all a lovely Autumn, and hopefully no one goes straight from Heat Stroke to Hypothermia!

 

Darlisa (Starlisa)

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Autumn in White Salmon

A day in the life of a small but lovely town along the Columbia River, from a foggy morning start to a Yowser sunset. November 8, 2014, and dedicated to my niece Erin Kyte Huerta and her husband Melicio for their 11th anniversary. Erin grew up on these streets, in this town. Currently in Utah, she misses this place so I am bringing it home to her 🙂 She has had some serious health problems, and struggles to keep working, and I want to bring her some joy.
I love you Erin and Melicio, Happy Anniversary! Grandma would be hugging you right now too if she could.

Autumn On a Rainy Day

This time of year is such a delight for photographers, and we bustle about in rain or sun to capture the changing seasons.  For me the smell of rain after a long dry summer filled with wildfires is a glorious treasure.  Watching mushrooms pop up out of the formerly dry ground, and mosses turn brilliant greet, is always a treat.

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tiny dancing mushroom growing in moss along the Pacific Crest Trail near the Wind River in southern Washington

tiny dancing mushroom growing in moss along the Pacific Crest Trail near the Wind River in southern Washington

Panther Creek Road crosses the mountains between Wind River and Trout Lake

Panther Creek Road crosses the mountains between Wind River and Trout Lake

Rainy Day Beauty

Even in the midst of Rainy days there is beauty…  although at times I just stand there and watch the rain fall, in a bit of a trance.  The gentle or fierce sound of the rain, leaves blowing in the wet wind, the smell of fungi beginning to grow, it all washes over me like a cool bath of nourishment.  At times I can feel my skin drinking in the moisture like a thirsty summer day.

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However soon enough I feel inspired to move, and areas of blue sky return after the passing squall… the light calls my name and a rainbow waits for me somewhere north, so off I go to Husum, Washington.

Arriving in the tiny town known for agriculture and rafting companies, I received a text with the bad news… my cousin’s daughter had unexpectedly passed away in England.  Somewhat shell shocked, I wandered for awhile around my childhood hangouts along the river, in tears but trying to find positive things and beauty to hold me steady so I can send strength to my cousin Camille.

The White Salmon River is now brown with runoff and as light and shadow dance with fall leaves and clouds, and I feel the spiritual cleansing of heart this river always brings to me as it washes away the tears.

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The White Salmon River and Husum falls.

This is when I finally found a rainbow, and I felt it was a sign of hope in the darkness.

All around me the light danced, and plants and rocks glimmered in rain coated jewels. Through a doorway in the darkness I saw a soft and beautiful world

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Getting back in my little freshly repaired old truck, Ruby Red Rattle Rocket, I headed on north to Trout Lake as the light continued to dance on the fall leaves along the way. In a large clearcut along highway 141 the vine maples have been growing and carpeting the ground, and I realized just how many had grown when I saw the color as light burst through the clouds.

Following the light on uphill to Trout Lake, I found more pretty colors around Trout Creek by the bridge in town.

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Sunset was coming on, so next I drove out to the Lake for a refreshing sunset recharge, and This next photo made me think of a bird flying free, or in this case a spirit or soul flying free of this physical restraints.

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Flight of the Soul Trout Lake Sunset

After this the rain came back for awhile, and i went to visit my brother Roger and his wife Connie in their home in Trout Lake.

One last image… a friend just shared this photo with me of a mountain lake near Mount Adams.  How quickly it moves from fall to winter!

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Snow at Bird Lake October 27, 2014 photo by a friend

Autumn in Idaho October 20, 2014

I am home again from a fast trip to Fredonia, Arizona and other points in Utah, and with so many photos I hardly know where to start!  These are just a few from Monday, when the sweet folks we stayed with in Idaho took us for a lovely drive through nearby valleys and canyons.  There are many more, but bed is calling my name now!

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Fall color, 2014 and from the Archives

Pure and simple… a gallery of many fall color images; some I just took and some I am rediscovering in the archives.
My recent show at the Library is over and done, although a glass case display remains through October.  On October 14 I will be installing many new images on metal at Mugs Coffee in Bingen, WA for the Fall season, a few from this gallery along with others will be on display.

To see many of my best images, browse my SmugMug galleries on my primary website here

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