Heather | September 26, 2008
Sometimes a theme, isn’t obvious when I’m on a trip. Sometimes, it’s only obvious in hindsight looking at the photos and thinking about all things that I’ve seen over the time. Big equipment was everywhere on my fall Eastern Oregon trip.
The Sumpter Dredge
The Ridge Above Cove
Powder River- Ranching the Wind
Now, [...]
Heather | September 24, 2008
Like most adventures, Cove was an accidental find. Our original camping plan for Minam State Park was abandoned becuase the canyon is dark and chilly by late September. Standing in the La Grande Safeway parking lot, our rendezvous point, we were searching for a new plan. Roger had a hot springs guide [...]
Heather | September 22, 2008
I guess that I used the term “Geezer Fest” last year and it stuck. But somehow it really bothers me the more I use it, the more I write it. Being “old” or a geezer, is not actually a good description of this annual event. I only said it after some [...]
Heather | September 21, 2008
Saturday Afternoon, Powell Butte Highway. Didn’t get an early start and it’ll be hard to get to camp by dark, if I can find it.
My favorite Barn in the whole state is just outside of Dayville. I’ve never seen a barn with so many lourvered windows on it.
The quiet little crossroads [...]
Heather | September 16, 2008
Dragonfly
Water Boatmen
Another View of Water Boatmen
Annie Dillard wrote a quite famous book that is nearly required reading in any college literature class about nature or the environment. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek was the book and I absolutely resented, hated, and loathed the reading assignment. It was a [...]
Heather | September 8, 2008
The abuse of the summer is showing…
And even though some of you would convict me of garden abuse, this is my favorite time of year. Something about the tenacity of the garden, something about the last brilliance of fall… I just love and respect my garden more right now, then most of the rest of [...]
Heather | September 7, 2008
Labor Day
Five hours after getting home, Gary emailed me a spectacular photo essay of the trip. And as usual he wanted to see or read what I had from the trip.
I was still stuck in the verbal darkroom with nothing…, flat lining. So I called him and started talking and looking for the [...]
