Just A Moment


Does a moment of genuine peace ever seem rare?

In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule. —Friedrich Nietzsche

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

Center Stage


Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.
—Saint Francis de Sales

Snow Redux


The second significant snowstorm here this winter left behind nearly ten inches of fine powder yesterday, more than enough to bring out cross-country skiers and sledders all around town.

After lunch I tucked my NEX 7 under my coat and went down to the box to see if our mail carrier had made it through (she had). This snowfall felt deeper than December’s, and the light was diffused by countless falling flakes. I found a couple of personal gems that hadn’t been there then.

What we perceive and categorize as beauty is so fleeting. This morning, light freezing rain has converted the snow’s delicate shapes, all the beautiful textures, into something resembling a gooey cinnamon roll. People will be slipping instead of sledding. And by Monday, when forecast temperatures rise to the low 50s, Fahrenheit, winter’s latest exclamation will be mostly forgotten.

“Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.” —Andy Goldsworthy

Cat Nap


“Kittens are born with their eyes shut. They open them in about six days, take a look around, then close them again for the better part of their lives.” —Stephen Baker