So much to see in this little botanic garden. Enjoy an early autumn walk with me - the micro, the macro, the sublime.
Oregon Coast in Fall
After the planning, the waiting, the prepping, and the packing, driving out to the Oregon coast from Portland is a dreamy transition. Then, Pacific City's wide empty beaches are all ours.
From a Distance
Being with children side by side and from a distance.
Pondering Stillness
Sticks and stones, ivy and conifers, patience and stillness, oblivious to outside world. Come walk with us.
Between Mountains
Around each turn road signs point into the dense forest, beckoning toward hidden pleasures lying in wait: a thousand trails, over a hundred lakes, and a variety of landscapes and viewpoints beyond.
Natural Miracles
To walk with children is to slow down and see differently instead of the movie that plays in my head - you know, the thinking, projecting, dreaming, remembering, planning, spinning. Children are awake to the present moment, curious about things I no longer attend to or things I think I already know about....
Rolling Down the Deschutes River
Rivers call out for a song, their various facets and qualities changing and amorphous - the meandering or rollicking currents, the broad then narrow passages, rolling reflections and scenery, the power that lies beneath the seemingly endless flow. Roll along with me...
The Final Word on the Absolute Very Best Time To Write
Haruki Murakami wakes at 4am to write, without variation. Hemingway wrote as soon as it got light. Vonnegut started at 5:30am.... Since successful writers have set routines unique to them, there must be an optimal time for me as well....
Big Obsidian Flow
Mounds of lava pile up near Oregon's eastside rivers and roads, a bleak, barren sideshow alongside all the greenery. Standing in the midst of it is to be in another world, mind swept clean.
Remembering
Remembering, forgetting, sleep, no sleep, letting go, understanding, not understanding, the horizon in front of me....
