The first Robins are chirping in the dark. The rain falls. Sleepiness evaporates as the cat attacks my exposed toes. Time to rise and shine….well rise at least. To the impatient annoyance of the two cats and two dogs, who are energized at the prospect of breakfast, I stop to gather some images of the light and shadows along the stairway.
Posts Tagged ‘Photography
“One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie, is that the cat only has nine lives.” Mark Twain
“Red is the color of energy. It’s associated with movement and excitement. People surrounded by red find their heart beating a little faster and often report feeling a bit out of breath”
I need to wear more red shirts, or perhaps green.
This, for me, is part of the fun with blogging. Discoveries beyond the sought after. This morning, I was going to post the above image of a beautiful Rainbow Trout my son Tony caught in Oregon. I noted the spotted, olive back and thought to myself I need to find a quote, poem, something about the beautiful topside of a spotted trout. A long shot I figured.
I started perusing the net for ideas and for some reason I repeatedly came upon links to one Richard Brautigan. Not being particularly well read, I wasn’t sure who this writer was but hey he had written something called Trout Fishing in America. I found a link to many of Brautigan’s writings and was beset with a curious assortment of quotes from what had to be the 60′s. A total throw back for my mind to the Tom Wolfe, Tom Robbins…the wildly poetic, fanciful, different way of saying things, imagining things. It certainly challenged my early morning mindset.
Then I came upon an interesting bio piece on Richard Brautigan on the writing process for Trout Fishing in America that involved fly fishing, camping, travel, writing on an old typewriter and found it most fascinating. Check out the links and explore a bit. The bio is particularly interesting regarding the writing process. More Tragic Brautigan
It is interesting how one thing leads to another and a discovery is made that at a minimum gives momentary delight or perhaps opens the door to something more exploratory in the future.
Aren’t those spots on the Trout’s olive back beautiful. Maybe that’s all I had to say.
My good friend, Joe Berentsen, wrote me to say “I think buying the camera was one of the best investments I’ve ever made. It’s relaxing, peaceful, and fun. There is also a certain excitement going out and exploring. Opening your eyes and really looking at what’s around you. It reminds me of being a kid when everything was new and wonderous.”
Doesn’t that perfectly capture how many of us feel? I think so.
Below are photos Joe took on a recent hike into Shepperd’s Dell Falls near the Columbia River on the Oregon side. The old stone work of the Shepperd’s Dell Bridge, the inviting woods below and the nearby waterfall are typical of many hikes in the vicinity.
“In 1915, a local dairy farmer named George Shepperd gave all that he had (this tract of land) to the City of Portland as a memorial to his wife. Today, thousands of visitors along the Historic Columbia River Highway visit this beautiful spot, with its roaring waterfall cascading down steep cliffs into Youngs Creek and out to the Columbia River far below. The upper fall is around 42′ tall. The lower tier is around 50′ tall.
One of the most beautiful and historic highway bridges crosses the canyon here, but you can’t see or appreciate it unless you leave your car and take the short trail to the falls.” Oregon State Parks
Sorry if you were expecting to see an unrestrained torso. But these photos, if not delicious, are interesting to the outdoor enthusiast. Often, you see these plastic mesh corsets or sleeves that protect young saplings that are prone to the gnawing teeth of beavers near marshlands and waterways.
Once the tree grows to survive, the mesh pops open as tree, in this case an Alder, expands onward. Yes, it does have similarities to a woman’s torso (alright and a few men as well).
This time of year, in the wetland/marshland habitat, the grasses and weeds mostly have a vibrant green. There is still the old vegetation/leaves/downed branches, that died down over the cold Winter. It all combines into lots of a green/brown/tan decay palette. So when you see the clusters of color amidst nature’s basic palette they really pop to the eye.
I am not well versed with plant life in the wilds. So, I don’t know if something is a colorful, natural ‘weed’ or inadvertently/intentionally introduced by man/bird. But, this time of year, any color outside the maintained flower beds and pots is appealing to me.
OK, I guess I owe you corset lovers something (here)
“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.” David Levithan
“A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.” Henry David Thoreau
“…real childhood scars heal, but not when band-aids replace self-reflection.” Cameron Conaway