Old houses like discarded skins, with a fierce wind blowing memories around in empty hallways and upstairs bedrooms. I often wonder, when I see one like this… where did the people go? Where there once children working hard on the farm and learning to plow or can food? Please take time to clickContinue reading “Clouds and Old Homesteads”
Husum Falls on the White Salmon River in Winter, February 8, 2014. The water under the falls was very green where the water was deep and churned up by the falls. February 9. 2014 Third day of shoveling, the snow has changed as temperatures warm above the low teens where they have been recently. EachContinue reading “A Winter’s Day in White Salmon”
A day at the Bonneville Hot Springs Resort with my friend Cheryl brought wonderful much-needed muscle relaxation, and photo opportunities before the visit to the resort. This lovely weeping wall covered with ice caught my attention on the way in, and called for a pause for taking pictures. Tonight in White SalmonContinue reading “Magnificent Ice Formations”
I just felt like some COLOR was appropriate, rich vibrant color to counteract the Ice and bitter wind outside. A friend treated me tonight to an amazing day at Bonneville Hot Springs Resort, and tonight coming home was the coldest it has been in awhile. So, for all of you anxious for warmer and brighterContinue reading “Random Bits of Pink”
Many times in life I have stood and watched as the sunset faded and twilight blue hour came on. And several of those times I have watched as cloud spun like whirling dervishes in the fading blue light as the stars began to peek out one by one.
On August 9, 2013, As one of the largest thunder storm I remember in our area kicked into high gear, this was how the sky looked from my driveway soon before the flaming sunset of the previous post or the lightning that continued after dark. These are iPhone photos on this post. When I lookedContinue reading “Stormclouds”
August 9, 2013 the Cascades were rocked by a huge thunderstorm of the style you might see in the Midwest I think. One of the first strikes hit the hill above Bingen, Washington not far from us. Sirens were going off everywhere and power went out. Rainbow and orange clouds and lightning and me dancingContinue reading “Thunderstorms of a wild sort”