Weekend Vistors at Libby Road

The Loons come through for only a couple of days each Spring and Fall. To be there on that day... To hear their song floating on the grey shadows of dusk....

The old man of the inlet... Old Lonesome Pete.

And the winter ducks, in contrasting colors. The Yen and Yang of duckdom...

Of course, the Gulls are always there....

"Mine Mine Mine Mine" (Finding Nemo)

I missed the Bald Eagle as he flew over to settle in a tree top just out of range of the camera. But I did catch Lonesome Pete as he flew off low across the water. Good night, Pete!

The wind Remembers

A quiet breeze explores the rooms
Where only memories bide,
No door to stay the inquiry
And nothing left to hide.
The laughter that once echoed there
Has long since moved or died.

No cattle ranging on the hills,
The fences broken down,
The barn is draped in old debris
That’s scattered all around.
The lonely whispers of the wind
Are all that makes a sound.

The grass grows long between the spokes
And threads around the gears.
The tools of life, tiller and plow,
Have not been touched in years
By aught besides the restless wind
And winter’s bitter tears.

The tumbleweeds, trapped in tall grass,
No longer dance the wind;
Rooted again by tangled weeds,
sweet freedom’s graceless end.
The full moon watches from afar,
A cold and careless friend.

The wind moves sighing o’er the hills
And calls the lost by name;
It can’t recall just when they left
But it recalls they came.
And it recalls the dreams they lived…
And that ours are the same.

Off the Beaten Path in Silver Spur

Photos from Pateros

Be it ever so humble.... it's mine!

The Methow River...

Some of the Neighbors...

Juggling Too Many Balls

I'm juggling too many balls right now
I have too many balls in the air
But I have to keep them all spinning round,
I have too many balls in the air.
They all fly up and then tumble again
I have too many balls in the air
Chaos is growing, the whirlwind won’t end
I have too many balls in the air
I don’t dare drop even one little ball
I have too many balls in the air
And if I stop the whole spiral will fall
I have too many balls in the air
There’s crisis and chaos and too much strife
I have too many balls in the air
But, what the heck, its an exciting life
I have too many balls in the air

Warning, mild adult content and politcal incorrectness

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Global Warming, your ass, Al Gore
I say Global Warming be damned!
Here it is, the Ides of April,
And snowing as fast as it can!!!

Or, to paraphrase the renowned Mr Barth for the sake of a PG rating...
"Global Warming! Go F... freaking figure!

No bovines here, just cold snowvines!

The snow blanketed the world in cold, white stillness.

Birds in Snow

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

Here, even in dawn’s bitter cold
I hear the birds rejoice.
Oh, God teach me a song of praise
Give me a joyful voice.

An Odd Sort of Day...

The closing of an awkward day
Amid a busy week.
Solutions that I tried to find,
Problems I didn’t seek,
The little ups and downs that come
But never seem to stay;
They flutter through, make themselves known,
And then they go away.
So now I settle down a while,
My bible and my tea
Will soothe the restless turbulence
That lingers within me.
Then I will bid the day good night,
What I could do is done.
I’ll have to do the rest of it
Beneath tomorrow’s sun

Taking a well needed day off from responsibilities

A day spent in peace, a day of grace
A day spent cleaning my little place
A day of dusting, of mop and broom
Of airing the house and my bedroom.
The clothes are washed and folded away
I’m ready to face a brand new day.
It all looks sparkly, shiny and bright
And I’m feeling better, all is right.
A wonderful shift in attitude
Who’d guess that cleaning improves your mood?!!

A Study in Light and Darksiders

Photos courtesy of Dustin and Kerlina Vinyard

Photos from the Rally at Freedom Bridge

First the children of the Light!



































All sorts of ways to say "Thank you, We love you!"
















































































And all sorts of folk came to say just that!









































The heroes of past wars came to support
the heroes of this war. They don't forget
how it felt to face this sort of disrespect...






























































And they don't forget the old traitors....








































And here come the darksiders... Ironically, they
march in under a billboard in support of the troops!!
Ah, cruel irony!!

Of Course, they took themselves seriously...

But, I mean... They didn't really expect us to

do so did they? Did they?

Of course, they didn't!

So, of course, we took them less than seriously....

And two points of view on the same

Weasel, I mean, subject... No, I mean Weasel!

Yes, Democracy is a messy thing, an in your face thing,

an important thing. Everyone has their say, right or

wrong. I'm just glad I'm right in this case!!!