the following photos were taken in the state of Oregon in the month of July. they are in no particular order.
random glacier melt off the side of Mt Hood
glorious pool in a rain forest-y river
Dripping water from out of the Rock, scenic bypass Rt 30
Bridal Veil Falls, OR
Paulina Falls, Newberry National Monument
More rain forest goodness
Benham Falls on the Deschutes in Bend, OR
“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’
‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.
‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’
‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’
‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit
The Skin Horse
the first trip of the summer was to the high Sierra music festival, June 29-July 2…
music festival got me like…
it never dropped below 80° during the day; I had a lot of shaved ice.
best way to nap in the shade
the drive in and out is STUNNING. no joke.
wild thing, I think I love you…
strawberry girl melts, red faced and smiling
by the end, I was ready for a shower and some air conditioning.
but the scenery is really tough to beat…
the subtitle should be something like “green acres adjustments” or “wild strawberry”
I’ll be sharing some photos from my 3 weeks of “wild” out of the city life in upcoming posts. for now, here are some sneak previews.
“The Old Republic was the Republic of legend, greater than distance or time. No need to note where it was or whence it came, only to know that… it was the Republic.“―From the Journal of the Whills