Reaching out against the sky, spires that would make a cathedral jealous poke holes in the blue. Massive footings – shoes that would be big for Paul Bunyan or even Finn McCool fill house sized footprints on the riverbank. Gothic arches soar, leading the eye up and onward towards heaven, or at least the underdeck of the road.
And where is this architectural marvel?
Continue reading “Unabridged Bridge”It’s been crazy in Oregon lately, to the point I now find myself under house arrest.
Continue reading “House Arrest”It was a dark and stormy night.
The hieroglyphics on the beach were obscure and alien.
The dreams of my second night seemed so real at first. Then it got weird.
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As I slogged through the loose sand, I heard the faint cry carried by the gusting wind, “help, help!”
Every year, in late winter and early spring, Mother Nature sets a time bomb.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
What is there to photograph in the gloom of February?
Here’s a challenge for you. Name a shrub that flowers in the middle of the winter. I’ll even show you a few pictures.
Not a very inventive title, is it? What’s up with that?
Plying Through Life 