Saturday, October 10, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
On my recent visit to Pennsylvania, I visited my favorite place in the state - Gettysburg National Military Park. Each time I visit, I find myself moved in ways that surprise me. The National Park Service is doing an amazing job of maintaining this hallowed place in the condition that existed at the time of the battle. There's a diorama created in 1884 that represents Pickett's Charge and high water mark of the confederacy.
In my family archives is a letter written by one of my ancestors who took part in various Civil War battles. But there's more than that connection for me when I visit Gettysburg. As I stand where Abraham Lincoln once stood and read the words of his address, I realize that the phrase "freedom is not free" is truth personified here on this hallowed ground.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
I've made a vow that, when those times crowd in on me, I'll take a moment and picture myself moving down the road, enjoying the clop-clop of horse's hooves, smelling the roses along the way.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Quito is somewhat unique in our travels thus far since it's perfectly clean, people are friendly, and even though our Spanish is somewhat lacking, they are extremely patient and good with hand gestures - the positive kind.
Now what's a grandma to do but sit down with Grandpa (otherwise known as "G") and lay out the options which were actually very few We began researching Galapagos trips and came across a family adventure organized by REI Travel and the rest, as they say, is now history.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
This one has a peep-hole carved into it - a strange phenomenon and makes me wonder how the water was able to carve such a cute opening in such a big rock. I'm more than happy to tote the tripod down the beach on such a beautiful summer day.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
We went far off the road for this picture. To St. Thomas and St. John in the US Virgin Island. My honey qualified for the trip through his work, and to my delight, it included ME. We've been there once before, and all I really remembered was the amazing underwater trail at the USVI National Park in St. John. In our short time there the first time, we never encountered the skeleton of a snorkeler, but now here it was, right beside the boat launch. After giving the whole affair some consideration, we boarded and set out to St. John.
Snorkeling in water this warm and clear is a true delight. Not so much the weather which was in the 80's and 90's and with what felt like 100% humidity but one must make sacrifices. As someone once said, "it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it."
Trunk Bay is really an idyllic spot, and makes one appreciate the serenity of island life. While it's a bit different from our little piece of heaven in Sequim, it's not bad.
"It's the US OPEN and it's going to be in WASHINGTON!!!" When I heard my spouse exclaiming at the top of his lungs sometime last winter, I had no idea that this event would become a family reunion of his 3 brothers, their families, and a bunch of golf bags and cameras. The Chambers Bay course is located about 1 1/2 hours south of us, so we made plans to go and ordered our tickets early.
Not surprisingly as the event neared, our packing included not only his golf clubs but every camera, lens, filter, and other photography accoutrement in his possession. Sadly, my shoulder is acting up right now, so when I took a practice swing in the backyard and ended up on my knees, clutching my arm, I decided that I'd be content to carry the tripod and extra camera for this trip.
There's another benefit to attending a PGA tournament. Our nephew, John Wood, caddies for Hunter Mahan on the tour, and since the closest we normally get to him is seeing his arm on TV, this would be a chance to actually see him in person. Happily, one of our brothers lives near Chambers Bay and he and his wife offered the use of their lovely home on a golf course, no less, so we had a place to stay and dine. The rest of this story involves the acquisition of a 21' motor home, but that's for another time.
Our first day at the tournament was practice day, and since this was our first PGA event, we didn't know what to expect. Turns out that practice is cool, since the players don't really care about a score, so they actually toss the ball to different locations to see how it runs, and do all sorts of other pro things. Even Tiger Woods looked relaxed, and we had our first chance to chat with John - the nephew. As we walked around the course, it was apparent that this would be no easy task for the players. I'm no expert, but Chambers Bay looked like a killer to me - I won't be playing it anytime soon, even with two good arms.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Our grandson got on his knees and peeked inside, but could find no sign of life. The story we invented was of a little family who came around only when there were no "normal-sized" humans to disturb them.
We live close to the area where vampires and werewolves roam, courtesy of The Twilight Saga series of books and films. Consequently, we rather expect to find unusual beings or at least signs of them. But this little home, too small for either Twilight species, is not threatening, nor is it explicable in human terms. It simply exists in a little spot in the forest, beckoning passers-by to invent stories to fit inside its small rooms.
I've heard it said that imagination is necessary for life. What a neat place we live in that encourages imagination to take wing!
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
My husband, the photographer, insisted that we go prepared with water, lunch, snacks, and headlamps, since the only way to get a sunset picture is to stay until the sun sets, after which it gets dark. I must admit that, after seeing this incredible sunset, the hike went by in a flash. We were all dazzled by the beauty that God shares with us if we're only willing to hang around and watch.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
But then my 12th Woman kicked in, and I realized that in my car was this Seahawks cup, just waiting to be photographed by my loving 12th Man. He's gazing across a field, just waiting, still fierce, and determined to WIN THE SUPER BOWL in 2016. Go Hawks!!!
Never one to miss an opportunity, my husband took this Northern Flicker feather and made it the focus of his recent class in close-up photography. We spent a full day in the Dungeness National Wildlife Refuge, seeking out backgrounds for my flicker feather. "The Feather as Art" is the result.
Beginning with moss, moving to bark patterns in a Western Red Cedar stump, progressing to sword ferns, then rocks, he was able to create a photo that highlights the beauty of a simple bird feather. This is such a special place if you take the time to look.