I am not a member gardener and the gate was locked this time. But that didn’t exclude me from enjoyment of all that could be seen, smelled, touched on our hot summer afternoon exploration Please enjoy some of what we admired! (All photos are mine-please share but attribute to me, per 2019 copyright.)
Note the close-in shot of apple trees, upper right hand corner of above three photos.
Take me back to beauteous San Diego! My oldest daughter and boyfriend are heading that direction right now, and it triggered memories of a trip in April 2018. It was a welcome respite as heavy losses had led up to the trip. This year has had its own ups and downs (is life ever free of those?) but there is no reason needed to surrender to a tug of southern California Pacific: temperate with sweet breezes (ah, eucalyptus) and vibrant environs of city and surrounding destinations.
I offer some photos in memory of great fun, and hope to return before next summer. Enjoy–and plan your own trip!
Farewell, San Diego, for the time being.
On a brief road trip we still find extraordinary views even though we have become more familiar with it over the decades.
High desert country called in the midst of our new twin baby tending here. I have had little time to devote to writing or photography (except for pictures of the infant girls my daughter and husband are lovingly watching over –as are we, so very frequently). But now and then we engage in other matters of interest.
We enjoyed a quick two day trip over the Cascades for another granddaughter’s high school graduation. (Hooray for my son’s daughter, Avery! Early graduation at barely 17; on to college in the fall!) And I remain fascinated by that area, though doubt I’d trade rain forests, valleys and mountain foothills of my home topography for eastern Oregon’s high desert and ranch lands. Though I am yet drawn to the power of those, as well as our mountain ranges.
We always stop at Smith Rock near Redmond, Oregon if we can. I find it breathtaking, shifting scenes that are ever mesmerizing to explore as we trudge over winding, dusty paths. Here are several shots from our sweaty hike touched by awestruck moments. I saw a river otter for the first time, also, though shots did not come out well.
Be on the lookout for rock climbers here and there.
Please click on the series below for a slide show.
The gauze casts itself over rooftops,
breathes across ridge and foothills
like the breath of Odysseus.
It is pulled into my lungs,
subdues the gong that strikes my heart,
an intake of coolness and love, power
that obscures, protects, reveals, shelters,
secrets away what matters most.
I close eyes once to the bleeding world
and then a whisper vanishes in twilight,
the breath let go, soul aloft,
heart swollen and emptied
as tomorrow awaits more remnants of
Light to hunt and scavenge
for whatever is yet to be escaped
for wherever I must go, shall go