Sunday, December 21, 2008
The morning of December 21st began with lovely winter scenery. Yesterday's flurries has frosted everything with new white snow. A crescent moon is hiding amongst wisp of morning clouds hanging above the mountains.
Mollie and I return home to grab a camera to capture these lovely images. Mollie is getting much better at being patient as I take pictures.
She enjoys exploring the winter landscape. She searches for branches buried under the snow.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Bev told me that what she enjoyed most about her trip to the Oregon coast, were the stars in the night sky. How they appeared so close; close enough to touch.
Tonight, due to a lack of moonlight, the sky is filled with so many stars, but the mountains definitately keep them out of reach.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The oaks have now turned to bronze, but color may be found on the river. The dogwood is red, purple and yellow. The cottonwoods and willow have also turned yellow. The water reflects the colors. Lovely.
On our walk, mollie and I walk through fallen leaves that crunch underfoot. And, I am reminded of walks to grandma's from school, and the thoughts that I use to have that if I just thought or visualized grandma's house well enough that I could magically be transported there.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Yesterday, October 8th, I took the afternoon off. After completing all my errands and other business, Mollie and I took a lovely afternoon walk. It was a beautiful fall afternoon, warmed by the sun. Many of the maple leaves have fallen. The oaks, cottonwood and oaks have just started to change. It was a perfect afternoon walk.
Today the weather is cooler, and they are forecasting snow for the weekend. Snow on the valley floor.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Autumn has its own scents - the sweet over ripe smell of windfall apples, the dry musty scent of fallen leaves, and evening bonfires. Then there are the sounds - the clicking sound of grasshoppers as they fly, a scolding squirrel, the pop of acorns in the fire. And what of taste - the sweet, juicy pear, the spice of apple sauce cookies, the warmth of chili.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
In a pre-dawn sky, a dark moon rises over a jagged silhouette mountain range. Its lower rim edged in a golden glow. A companion in my travels, it peers coyly from behind mountain peaks and puffs of gray clouds in a pastel violet-blue sky. Near my journey's end, it fades lost in the light of the sunrise.