Long After The Moment Has Passed


A still, overcast morning… the English village of Coniston not yet awake… resuming our walk on the Cumbria Way before breakfast… Kathy and I came upon a ewe and her lamb resting beside the trail. The serenity I experienced in that moment returns each time I view this picture, which is perhaps my favorite from that memorable trip.

Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is. —Thomas Szasz


Breakfast In The Shade

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While I’m in the Southwest during September…I think I’ll look for a plate of bacon and eggs instead.

A bachelor’s life is a fine breakfast, a flat lunch, and a miserable dinner. —Francis Bacon



“Aw, Mom, Salad AGAIN?”


Yet there are some who never complain at dinnertime when fresh salad is on the menu.

Dinner was made for eating, not for talking. -William Makepeace Thackeray

Big Ol’ Barn

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Light along the Oregon coastline and in the small inland valleys is often naturally diffused by moisture in the air (aka fog), as in this early morning Kodachrome from the 1980s. I converted it to digital using SilverFast 8 software with a Nikon Coolscan V scanner.

I was so naive as a kid I used to sneak behind the barn and do nothing. —Johnny Carson

Evening & Morning On The River Wharfe


We’ve been planning for the Cumbria Way for several months, and now the walk is eight days away and it is still difficult to comprehend. Familiar routines crowd around as I sit typing up this post, but the cats are fed, birds, too, and a table of gear awaits a final packing, and all else is simply mental. Anticipation. Checklists. A touch of…dread? Can we walk that far in a day? How deep is the deep end of life’s pool, really?

I expect the Cumbria Way will surprise and please us with its personality, but I’ll miss one element of the English landscape absent there and that is its rivers. There will be spacious views from the fells but no meandering channels flowing through fresh woods, no murmuring conversations to make long miles easier. The Dales Way spoiled us in that way, especially along the wonderful River Wharfe.


All Eyes On Spring

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:  when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” ~Charles Dickens

“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” ~Hal Borland

Of all the trips my wife and I have enjoyed across thirty years, my favorite is (and will likely remain) our walk along the Dales Way in England, in May of 2008. I’ve probably said this elsewhere but it deserves repeating—that was one time everything came together, just right. And perhaps, because it was during the spring, I’ve lately come to anticipate its arrival with more enthusiasm than I’d mustered in the past. Personally, autumn has always been Number 1—its light attracts my senses in ways no other season does. And let’s face it, green isn’t a unique shade in the Pacific Northwest. Evergreen has real meaning here.

The 2012 edition of spring is shaping up as a slow starter, with winter forecast to hang around for a while. I might have to tune in to the Masters golf tournament in April to see dogwoods. But we had one of those days this week that Dickens described so well, which offers hope that Borland, in his turn, is also right.