I was walking along the river last week when this small brown bird began to whistle his distinctive springtime call. I answered the little fellow in kind, so he kept getting closer and closer--close enough for me to take his picture.
Two years ago, on our 25th anniversary, my husband and I spent the weekend at Pacific City along the Oregon Coast. We climbed a huge sand dune, to sit on the edge of a cliff where we were treated to this unexpectedly beautiful sunset.
Yesterday Clytie and I went for a long walk in our beloved forest. We had the privilege of watching the flight of a great owl--something clutched in his claws and a beautiful eagle--white head and tail gleaming in the late afternoon sunshine. Then down by the creek I found the skeleton of a coyote . . . Such a delicate, lovely skull with very sharp teeth.
Caught mid-step, sand slowly gurgles down the dunes, awaiting ocean waves to begin again its lanquid dance.
The sun came out yesterday bringing forth the flowers and me with my camera. What better herald of spring than this miniature daffodil smiling shyly through the morning dewdrops! I think she has a boyfriend--notice she coyly hugs the stem of the budding flower next to her. 
Though I see them quite often, I am still amazed at the faces I find in the clouds. What's really spooky is when the face recognition option in my camera recognizes the same faces I do! How grateful I am for this camera--for the instant capture of amazing things.
On our way home from the Mt. Angel Wurst Fest there was a wonderful gathering of clouds over the hills. I was able to catch a few pictures before the downpour. Fingers of dark clouds spiraled toward the ground, then were gone just as quickly.
Nope, no fire faeries this time! This afternoon I was adding wood to the fire when I noticed a miniature forest of mushrooms on the end of this log! These tiny mushrooms were smaller than a pencil eraser!
I was enchanted. Aren't they delightful? 
About 15 minutes ago, I ran outside with my camera to catch some wonderfully shaped clouds floating across the skies.
I was astonished to find violets in January. I have never seen them bloom so early before.
Every now and then I was able to get the best of Snowbunny the cat. This was one of those funny rare moments. She was REALLY upset I took her photo whilst er, bathing.
A few nights ago, I was watching the fire playing around the end of a log in in the woodstove. Something looked rather strange, so of course I grabbed my camera and started clicking. 
I caught this amazing formation over the back fence in my garden. I think it looks like a maiden holding something her hands. What do you think?
Sometimes there are moments which are so memorable one can hardly speak of them for the beauty wrought in one's soul. In late spring Alan and I were outside working on some sets--when this amazing color began to gather in the clouds.
It was the kind of sunset that thrills the soul. I've only seen one other as glorious as this. The colors seemed to hang in the skies forever...
Then there are the clouds I often find hovering over the fields near the old farm building--my favorites are those which seem to form a porthole to another realm in time or space.
In some ancient stories, the Dryad is an old fellow with pointy ears. Hmmmm...Sounds like Spock of Star Trek, doesn't it? Anyhow, there are other old legends which describe the lives of those who live within the trees. These are also called Dryads and Nymphs. 
Last week we drove through the Baskett Slough Bird Sanctuary near here. There is a little known road which runs down the center of the water in the sanctuary. We stopped to watch the skies. The air was alive with layers of birds lying upon the air, landing, taking off, shifting and swooping. I did not catch any photos which did justice to the majesty of that sight.
And then there were the Three Stooges you see above. These geese were hilarious to watch. I laughed and laughed at their antics. 
