“There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.”
~ Will Rogers
Another Sunday morn. Foggy at first, but now that it is afternoon the fog is lifting and it looks to be another nice day.
The elections are calming down. Many folks are flush with excitement, some filled with dread. And my mind moves on to other things. Time and money have pretty much kept me close to home. Creative thinking and my camera haven't connected lately. Which is ok... having a lover fills part of that void. And what a good lover I've found. Way smart (the word geek comes up often), absolutely gorgeous, a sense of humor that compliments mine... and a physical match that is, well, ecstatic. Electric... zzzt!
I have several photos not shared from a few outings so I'll maybe comment as I post (I'm cooking breakfast) and load photos.
I'll start off w/ some people pics, from the recent Eugene Celebration Parade:
Euegene Mayor Kitty Piercy. She won her re-election in a squeeker...
Congressman Peter DeFazio. He won his race with over 80% support. And a few faces from the parade...
This next one is a self portrait. I shot this one day in my kitchen when I was deep-thinking about losing my job. Does it show?
This post is taking a few days... sorry about that. Such is life when things get hectic and there is an economic crisis looming nationally and personally.
This next pic is from Pablo's wake, held up at Jawbone Flats that sad fall of 2004 (Paul died in September, my mom died in October and Grampa Semu passed in November... sigh...). There is more coming on Pablo and when this September rolled by I thought of my old buddy a lot. With the elections and the climate of the country, Paul would have been thrilled with all the action. Plus... I've been out to a couple of bars and I can't go to a bar or tavern where I don't see that ubiquitous sign:
Many times when we came down off the mountain (and yes, there are at least a couple of ways to take that...) and we'd stop for a beer there would be that sign, No Minors. Which of course would launch Paul and I into a whole lamentation... a stand-up comedic dirge on the woes faced by a couple of guys, fresh out of the mines and come-to-town. Gravelly voices and all, the miner's gruff voice being pretty close to that of a pirate but without the aarrrrs thrown in. We were ready to launch into our bits almost instantly... about stuffing George Atiyeh and putting him and Cody (the Dobie wonderdog) in the lodge... on how a miner is like a miner's donkey. I'm not sure how many hikers ever returned to their cars thinking that their packs had gotten heavier along the way only to discover that someone (or someones had placed a few rocks in those packs. That one cracked us up the most. We never took things out of packs, we put things in! Jawbone's miners weren't thieves. Comedians maybe... cranky for sure... but folks were mostly in a state of shock and we were just part of the Opal Creek experience. Those miners at Jawbone... a fine legacy we were handed and a fine one we passed on.
This pic is of (l to r) Julio, Hoos and Ken, sitting on the Bunkhouse steps:
This next set of images comes from Oregon's arid east side. Most folks (even some Oregonians) think of Oregon and think of mountains and forests but most of the state is dry. The largest portion of these are from a 3 day trip I took this summer over that-a-ways:
looking northeast from Painted Rock pass on Hwy 31 travelling between LaPine and Lakeview
Hwy 31 south of Summer Lake, looking east at sunset
Coglan Buttes southeast of Paisley, Hwy 31
Deep Creek canyon, west of Adel on the south side of Hwy 140
the view north (towards Hart Mountain) from Fisher Hot Springs (Lane family property) on the east side of Crump Lake
the view from the "hot tub" (some years the cattle graze these grasses down and the view is of the whole valley)
local petroglyph, Crump Lake
the view north towards Hart Mtn from The Nature Conservancy's now abandoned Crump Lake Preserve
self portrait, Crump Lake Preserve
Canada Geese and Sandhill Cranes north of Valley Falls (the intersection of Hwy 395 and Hwy 31)
Davis Lake and Davis Mountain
“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
~ John Muir