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A Bit Thorny
Wild thistles from the weekend. The hostas, (aka plantain lilies) are blooming as well. My friend, Mrs. Sherlock, has been having some digestive discomfort for a while now and the last time it...
Human, and Entitled to Enjoy Life
It might not look like much, this rough public hillside I walk by on my way to the garden, but all those white blossoms… Those are wild blackberries. Oh boy. The raspberries here are just begi...
Trade Offs
I send out a reminder every Sunday morning (my time) to the people participating in my classes and I front it with a photo that I have usually taken within the last week. I normally try not to...
A Map of My Heart
Talk about your stairway to heaven… We have a tram line that runs from the medical clinics in the flatland at the riverfront to the hospitals up on the “hill”, (which is technically a small moun...
Accountability
I learned something about myself this week. There was evidence back in my past that this was true but now I have proof. When I tell someone, I am going to do something I do it. Even if that s...
Needing to Talk
My favorite azalea color, taken yesterday. I got another picture this morning in the dawn light with the big pink rhododendron behind it on my way back from the garden. My world is full of col...
Time to Get to It
It is raining, but even wet, the early clematis is beautiful. Walt wanted a poem for the current issue of peace, love, happiness & understanding. I have been thinking a lot about what it ...
Transfiguration? Unlikely
Yeah, well it seems apparent that it is Wisteria on the flower clock. This from my walk with Mrs. Sherlock this morning. I don’t seem to be able to stop yawning. It is one of those afternoons....
But Otherwise
California poppies about to bloom from this morning. The light here lately has been marvelous. Disconcerting as not having any rain this last week has been, the light on the full transformatio...
Sounds Like a Plan
I turned in the big budget project I have been working on and stressing over since the middle of December, midweek. I learned so much on many levels doing this. You can’t say I haven’t challen...
Checking In
From today, rhododendrons on the flower clock. I am in this liminal space where I am okay, and I am not okay. At least I don’t have Covid, I do know that. Why my wrists and ankles ache is a m...
Things in Common
A neighboring garden plot. Ready to go. I was thrilled when I went down Monday and saw that the columbines are beginning to bud. They made it through the ice storm. It looks like the dianthus ...
Getting There
Happy Easter. This is from yesterday. And yes, in the middle of that yard is a giant edible chocolate bunny. A person can do this, if so inclined, when it is not raining. And it is not raining...
Columbines, Spiders and Old Friends
I have been taking pictures long enough now when out and about that I can type in a date in Google Photos and get thumbnails of all the pictures I uploaded on that date. This is how I keep tab...
Slightly Blue Reflections
The Equinox. Yay. My own personal celebration when the light is balanced and perfect… if there is light. There has been but today the unusual sunny patch that brought a number of trees into b...
Better
I know this photo is a bit of a mess, but I like it. I have been keeping my eyes on these starburst-like daffodils the last week and it was finally warm enough and dry enough to take a decent ...
Still Learning to Let Go
From a walk yesterday morning. We had a break in the rain, and I needed to get out. The buildings looming up above are part of the institution for which I used to work, and now receive my medi...
From Trojan Women to Western Longshoremen
Apparently, the longshoremen here on the West Coast used to get a case of whisky for each big job as part of their compensation. One of the guys in our group’s father was the attorney for thei...
Rich, On All the Levels
This is a picture from a few years back but taken on March 1st in my neighborhood. It is, other than my apartment, my favorite nearby place because when you come over the rise Mt. Hood, (if it...
Mercy in the Mundane
Noticing a theme here? Me, in search of color out in my world. I have been a fan of these particular crocuses for a number of seasons. They are a bit late this year and then, poof, they came u...
Not Nothing
…And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We’re captive on the carousel of time We can’t return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and...
Unexpectedly, In Passing
It feels like flower photography season has started here. This is from yesterday. I got shots of snowdrops and those small deep blue iris in a clump as well as a nice shot of the mountain with...
Not Caring Quite As Much
My lodestar crocus, my groundhog. Year after year I look for these to give me a read of where we are with the season of regeneration and growth. When I see them, I know a universe of leaves ar...
Love and Sadness
Morning, a few days ago. The perspective one sees Mt. Hood through based on the weather is endlessly fascinating to me but here I was plain old happy to see the mountain at all. There is this ...
Texture and Color
I just took a little journey through all the photos I have shared here since 2019 and I started using SmugMug to host. I wanted to check and make sure I hadn’t shared this early camelia before...
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What flits through at a particular time.
