Devouring life, one bite at a time
After cruising along the Columbia River Gorge and heading into Washington state on our way to my aunt and uncle’s house, a mysterious mountain loomed ahead. Actually, we had to exit and drive a ways first, but then we saw it … Mount Saint Helens, …
I went to the coast earlier this week and finally saw the thing I’ve heard so many talk about. Do you ever think you know something because you hear it so much until you actually see it for yourself and realize you had no …
When we reached Wawona and the Pioneer Yosemite History Center.
Just think, this used to be the fancy way to get to the park.
My heart stopped at “stagecoach rides.” And at covered bridges and historic structures. Then I just pretended I was Laura Ingalls Wilder.
From inside the old artists’ cabin, where we met one of the artists-in-residence.
Little house in … Yosemite?
The smithy.
Buying tickets for a coach ride at the original stagecoach office. Those windows! The ticket lady! My heart.
The stagecoach ride was bumpy. And dusty!
Our driver- a single, employed man looking for a wife who can cook, sew and has all her teeth. He drinks a little, but he’s a catch!
Making friends.
In jail.
We hopped on the shuttle to see the redwoods in Mariposa Grove, which I’m a little concerned about. How many more fire scars can these babies withstand?
This guy is known as the Grizzly Giant.
The Bachelor and Three Graces.
One last look before we leave?
Here’s an absolutely gorgeous video I found showcasing the splendor of Yosemite through time-lapse photography from Shawn Reeder. It’s hard to believe it’s real. [vimeo http://www.vimeo.com/40802206 w=425&h=350] Thanks, Shawn and Climbing Magazine! I’m already planning my next trip. Here’s the link.
A lovely view enjoyed on the night of the Supermoon from a ridge in Forestville. Even from the perspective of a low-end point-and-shoot camera, the wonder of the moon’s luminescence can not be denied. Where did you go to see the lunar phenomenon? Did anyone …
From "Diving Into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich
And now: it is easy to forget
what I came for
among so many who have always
lived here
swaying their crenellated fans
between the reefs
and besides
you breathe differently down here.
I came to explore the wreck.
The words are purposes.
The words are maps.
I came to see the damage that was done
and the treasures that prevail.
I stroke the beam of my lamp
slowly along the flank
of something more permanent
than fish or weed
the thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing itself and not the myth
the drowned face always staring
toward the sun
the evidence of damage
worn by salt and sway into this threadbare beauty
the ribs of the disaster
curving their assertion
among the tentative haunters.
With Maker Faire just around the corner, it seems like everyone’s getting into the maker spirit around here. And wouldn’t you know, the master craftsmanship of Paleotool created this adorable, yet extremely funtional, gypsy caravan deemed “The Vardo”- complete with a bed, stove, and ample …
I was lucky enough to spend a day in northern Wisconsin a couple days ago before getting back to St. Paul. I arrived on a rainy afternoon after a warm couple days that were a huge help in getting the lake ready for summer. My …
Here’s a shot of an amazing sunset over Nevada on my drive back from my last trip. Even with a crack in the windshield, the view was tough to beat. Definitely the highlight from the weekend.
