Just a quick note for those of you who have been following this blog for a long time. I’m going to begin moving posts and links over to A Witch’s Path.
I think I’ll eventually set it up so this blog automatically redirects you to my new site. But if you want to keep up with what I’m doing, you should make the jump now.
Hope to see you there!
Yesterday I took my stepkids for a little picnic at Sain Creek (part of the Scoggins Valley Park). Our favorite picnic area is shady, and since it doesn’t really have any fancy amenities, it tends to be less crowded than most other parts of the park.
The creek is ice cold and clear, perfect for wading or sitting on a big rock and soaking your feet.
The play of light and shadows over the water was enchanting.
As were the tree roots hanging over the bank of the creek.
The afternoon was a nice change of pace; cool, moving water, shadows, green growing things, and a very smart crow who stole some of our potato chips. I didn’t get a picture of the thief: he or she was too fast.
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So just over a year ago I shared this picture of my little herb garden with all of you.
This is the same garden bed, from almost the same angle, as of last night.
I couldn’t shoot it from exactly the same angle without cutting off too many leaves and flowers.
What a difference a year makes.
I think everyone who lives in Oregon has taken a picture (or twelve) of Haystack Rock. I’m no exception.
I wouldn’t call this a particularly compelling Haystack Rock picture, but I like the birds flying away from the rock, and the reflection on the water.
There are some tower-like formations to the south of Haystack Rock. According to Wikipedia, they smaller stacks are known, collectively, as “The Needles”. I actually find them more interesting than the main attraction: they’re like some kind of gate posts. I feel like if I could sail a boat between them I might end up somewhere entirely other.
Magical.
I have a thing for feathers. I’m not sure what it’s all about, but I love them.
Last time I went to the beach there were tiny feathers all over the wet sand.
Many of them had been shaped by the water into ghostly, wispy plumes.
I wanted to somehow keep them exactly like this, and hang them on a mobile above my desk with little prisms and crystals.
But they were wet and covered in sand, so I settled for pictures. Pictures will last longer anyway.
