Saturday, September 5, 2009

38 years

And in all those years, this is the only picture with both of us in it that we like.

Amazingly, Jim was able to balance the camera on a boulder, set the self-timer, and get settled in place for this photo taken on the summit of Brokeoff Mountain, Lassen Volcanic National Park, July 2004. That's Lassen Peak in the background.

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Friday, September 4, 2009

Happy Long Weekend*

Is the closing of swimming areas after Labor Day still the norm or is this just another bit of childhood nostalgia?

Taken September 1, 2009.

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*where not applicable, happy normal weekend

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Oh Pine Opine

Taken August 24, 2009.

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Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Down to the Bone

Taken August 22, 2009.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Spot Light

Taken August 16, 2009.

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Monday, August 31, 2009

Musing on Monday

The wisdom of knowing when to retreat

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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

It's fire season.
Sorry it's not a poem, but it's fine writing.

Remnant, Fourth of July Creek, ID

From Young Men and Fire
by Norman Maclean

The next station of the cross was only seventy-five yards ahead. There they came to the edge of scattered timber with a grassy slope ahead. There they could see what is really not possible to see: the center of a blowup. It is really not possible to see the center of a blowup because the smoke only occasionally lifts, and when it does all that can be seen are pieces, pieces of death flying around looking for you—burning cones, branches circling on wings, a log in flight without a propeller. Below in the bottom of the gulch was a great roar without visible flames but blown with winds on fire. Now, for the first time, they could have seen to the head of the gulch if they had been looking that way. And now, for the first time, to their left the top of the ridge was visible, looking when the smoke parted to be not more than two hundred yards away.