Smoky Skies

Yesterday, this is what the sky looked like at mid-morning.  The mid-Willamette valley where I live has been shrouded with soft, thick wreaths of smoke from wildfires in Southern Oregon, Central Oregon and the Columbia River Gorge.  One could hardly see the hills just a few miles from here.

It seems our entire state is fighting wildfires.  I am praying for rain where the wildfires are burning.  It did rain here this morning--and the air is a bit more clear.  I am grateful.

God bless you dear ones.  You are in my prayers.  You know who you are.

RockHeart Reflections -Guest Heart Thursday

On our way home, Mumsie and I stopped at Rooster Rock Park.  What a beautiful sight--the water was so still it looked like the world extended below the waters.  It looked like that dock was floating on air.  

This is the channel which runs along Rooster Rock itself. 

Above you can see a very large stone heart--a combination of cliff and glassy reflection. 

For more heart art, photography and altogether fabulous heart stuff from around the world, visit Clytie at Random Hearts for Guest Heart Thursday.

Cloudy Angel

Sunday, on our way home from Carson, Washington State, we stopped in Stevenson at my favorite park.  It is where one can cross an oaken bridge to a little meadow.  From there, stone hewn steps lead to a small lagoon where the beach is strewn with blue rocks.  I once met a dragon there.  (grin)  It is a magical place.

I wasn't a bit surprised to see this cloudy angel waving at me from across the river!

Have a beautiful day!

Riding the Back of a Dragon

I once found an oaken bridge over a bubbling brook, which led me to a magical place. There was a meadow starred with white flowers in a carpet of soft green moss. There was music weaving a tune through the trees.

Then I stepped down hewn stone stairs to a small lagoon, where I stood upon a beach of blue stones. 

The guardian of this wonderful place was a fierce dragon.  I approached him softly, laid my hand on his fearsome cheek and sang a song of Springtime.

Then he gave me a ride on his warm brown back--and we swooped with the eagles, along the shores of blue stone, as the skies reflected the mountains in the still cold waters.

For more Weekend Reflections, click the icon in my sidebar!  Have a wonderful weekend!

Columbia Gorge Sunset

Last Spring, while visiting Oregon's Great Columbia Gorge, I took a photo of this wondrous Sunset.

I am excited to announce a new blog by my brother, Mark, who is a photo journalist for a newspaper in the Columbia Gorge. His photography is magnificent and his writing is stirring. I think you will enjoy visiting. Would you all pop on over and take a look? It would be a great encouragement to him.

Here's the link: http://markbgibson.wordpress.com/