Time Passing

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Thompson’s Flouring Mills, the oldest surviving grist mill in Oregon, viewed through a window in the Millkeeper’s house, and (below) the millrace passing below the main building during a rainstorm.

Millrace on a rainy November day, 2012, seen from the office windows.

People everywhere love Windows. —Bill Gates

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Ponderosa Trees

I camped one evening in June in central Oregon, in the Ochoco Mountains east of Prineville, where I was surrounded by my favorite tree, the Ponderosa pine.

Darkness beat me to the campsite; the next morning, a crisp breeze was chasing clouds in an overcast sky when I rolled out of my sleeping bag. How long would the soft, even light last? I hurried to set up my tripod and camera, made sure I had shoes on, then wandered through the forest to visit with the trees.

It was a good morning for listening. As I moved the tripod from one tree to the next, each Ponderosa told a unique, individual story. I took notes with the camera for two hours, until the sun broke free of clouds and it was time to go.

I didn’t have time to hear their stories to the end, but I was entertained by the details they shared, and I’ll continue our conversations when I drive through those mountains again.

How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend. —Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

 

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While the boss was in the mercantile, these good buddies partnered up for a deserved break on a long summer day.

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A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.  —John Keats

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One Morning

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Years ago…off Interstate 84, east of The Dalles, Oregon…no other technical details available (this is from Fujichrome), except that I had to HURRY.

As usual, scanned on a Nikon Coolscan V, using Silverfast software.

The sun is new each day.  —Heraclitus

The Color Of The Sky

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Mountain Bluebird in aspens, Hart Mt., Oregon

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
—Henry David Thoreau

Nothing Ordinary About It

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Each breath, each heartbeat, each sunrise, extraordinary.