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the past…

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”  John Banville

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Frances Lake, Eagle Cap Wilderness, Oregon, 1981



“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.” Virginia Woolf

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thinking back….

“Old empty chairs are not empty in reality; memories always sit there!” Memet Murat ildan



faint recollections…

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”

Alfred Tennyson



Sustaining Recollections…….

will have to do. Sun, warmth, a cycle of life that was easy to get into sync with. I have the images to remind me of that optimal harmony. They remind me of the cycle of life and energy, the temperature and how I felt gazing upon all the details, in ‘the moment’.

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.” Shirley Jackson

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Caught, photographed and quickly released.

The escape, into this harmony with nature’s variables, at least momentarily heals the fractures, tears and bruises of today’s culture. Yes, I will find refuge in the memories, as fleeting as they were. A long Winter awaits.


Columbus Day Storm, 1962…Portland, Oregon

I recall no warning. In those days, we were not glued to techno notifications. My Mom was making dinner, my Dad was at work. The boys in the neighborhood were outside playing football after school. I remember where I was in the back yard. The sky took on an odd yellow, green, purple color. The winds picked up. As we threw the football, the pressure change is etched in my mind. Almost instantly, it seemed, a powerful wind unlike any other I have experienced in life, literally seemed to suck shingles off roofs and hold them in the air. Mothers came out of back doors and yelled for their children to come indoors.

Jacobs Ladder

Unearthly rays emanating from the point opposite the setting sun half hour before storm of Oct. 12, 1962 hit. Weather Bureau explains these as “Crepuscular rays, caused by sun shining through breaks in clouds, illuminating dust particles in air.” Similar phenomenon is sometimes called “Jacob’s Ladder,” because it seems to come down from heaven. Picture was taken by Mrs. Charles W. Myers from her room on top floor of Park Plaza, 1929 S.W. Park Ave. 4:40 P.M.

There was a sense of urgency. Perhaps something was being mentioned on radios playing in the house. I don’t know. Dads came home. Suddenly we were in the basement. To this day, I can’t imagine how my parents knew beyond their prior rural lives in Wisconsin or West Virginia. And for the next 15 hours we hunkered in the basement, beneath the stairs, in the dark as a roar went on and on. I recall my Dad venturing up the stairs, only briefly, and retreating beneath the stairs. The three of us, sat leaning back against the wall and listened to what had to be the world ending. I was 14 (yes I am that old!) and I still remember wondering what the neighborhood would look like when the dark went away. 


This was a familiar find in the morning, in our neighborhood. Not only were all the trees blown over, almost every one lost their chimney. I recall the sound of our chimney toppling over and hitting the driveway above us.

I know tornadoes and hurricanes and typhoons ravage regions often. But, in the Pacific NW, this is still the storm all other storms are measured by in this region and it still reigns supreme 52 years later! The winds gusts, sustained winds at times, hit 117 mph that night in Portland, as much as 179 mph on the Oregon Coast (Cape Blanco). Every tree along our street was laying this way and that in the morning. Dozens of Birch and Maple trees crisscrossed the street, wires down, and most amazing to me then, the sun shined bright. Men took saws and axes to try and clear the street. No one had a chain saw. None of those trees were ever replaced to this day.

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In the end, 46 people died. By today’s monetary standards, the storm damage runs to $3-4 billion dollars in damage. Enough trees to build 1,ooo,ooo million homes were destroyed from the Pacific ocean shore as far as Montana…15 billion board feet of timber. Nothing has since equaled it in this region, let alone much of the country. 


Escape to the Wild Side

Ah the beauty of nature, flowers, landscapes, architecture, exotic locales, art captured in photography, in our special place of the mind that pleases and helps us recall special times in life. I appreciate such recollections that draw out the times in life that were ‘perfect’, bittersweet, crazy, sad. Often they help us center on where we want to be and who we want to be.

Maybe odd for most of you, but this image of me holding a beautiful Kamloops’ Trout draws forth blissful recollections of life and being centered with nature, self and life in general. The beauty of the trout and the recalled euphoria over such encounters sustain me through the routine, the mundane, the treadmill of life. It prompts me to not just wish I could escape, but to actively plan the escape.

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“I have often noticed that we are unable to notice what is right in front of us unless it is in a frame.” Abbas Kirostami

“What an insidious drug memory can be. Especially the memory of unhappiness.”  Horace Holley

“Memory is a great deceiver. It embroiders until naught is left but the glory and the pleasure.” Tobsha Learner

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Intoxicating to Consider

 swittersb photography red boat tropicalIntoxicating to consider, as I hear the cold East wind buffeting the side of the house tonight…a warm breeze…the cadence of the boat’s bow rising and dipping as it slices through the warm waters…light, so bright, the sunglasses fight the glare off the water, off the sand; not the snow. Clothing only worn to protect the skin, if worn at all. Warmth, radiant warmth and not a stocking cap, scarf, gloves or boots in sight. Recollections of old that take the edge off the cold.


Photography: These Old Stairs…..

Stairs Moms SwittersBMore often than not we are looking ahead in time, barely living in the moment and briefly looking back in regret. Often when we look back it is only with our mind’s eye. But, perhaps if one is still, takes the time and looks at say these stairs…one could recall so much of what transpired up, on and down these stairs at the front of a childhood home.

Running and leaping up and down the stairs when you trusted the power in your young legs…playing with toy cars on the incline and imagining a bigger world in your fertile mind…sitting alone and waiting for neighborhood kids to come home in order to have a playmate…watching people parking a car at the curb and climbing the stairs to visit Mom…sweeping up leaves from the corners or watching the drifting snow climb the edges…guiding my elderly Mom up or down the stairs…elated moments in life…somber moments in life…selling the family home and walking down those stairs one last time.

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