Stepping gingerly over the domesticated sastrugi that makes up our deck after two weeks of winter, I unlatch the cover and open it. A moist comforting blanket of fog rises and surrounds me in the chill, dry wind. I slip in. The heat is as bracing as the cold I just left. Leaning back, the vastness of the sky unfolds above me.
Darkness that is the outlines of juniper and pine trees.
West coast air traffic coursing through the sky, navigational lights blinking.
A meteor falling north to south.
Cygnus has almost completed its flight over the western horizon, his beak almost touching the Cascades.
Jupiter shining brightly above China Hat Butte.
My brain soaks in the fact that some of the lights I’m seeing are in real-time, and others have spent billions of years traveling before landing.
Landing in my eyes here in a tub of hot water just west of the middle of nowhere Oregon after a journey across billions of years of space and time.
Makes one wonder.
Nick looked out the kitchen window just now and said “Look, a bunny!” Indeed there it is, a small rabbit. I grabbed my camera and shot it. Tilting the camera upwards to the western horizon and…
Winter has arrived in Central Oregon, and with it a new pastime.
Nick has been running Cross-Country competitively for many years, and the XC season ends as soon as the snow falls. But now that we live in the mountains instead of at their feet he’s taken up a new sport: XC Skiing.
His new High School has a Cross Country Skiing team and he’s decided to join, despite never having put on the skinny skis… ever. The team started practice, in the form of running and general exercise after school a few weeks ago, but yesterday was their first venture “on the snow.”
We drove up to Mt. Bachelor and they took to the Nordic Center courses en masse. I tagged along with my camera.
The sunsets and sunrises here in Central Oregon are a real treat. This was my evening’s entertainment tonight on my way home on the Powell Butte Highway.
Shot with the Lumix G1 with the 20mmf/1.7 asph lens.
The CPotD returns! This car was my favorite machine on the field of the Art Center Car Show a couple of summer’s back. It wore a wonderful patina like an old leather jacket and a pair of faded jeans – relaxed and comfy compared to the over-restored straightjackets that surrounded it. Motivated by an old flathead straight-eight, that ultimate pre-war American machine, I bet it sounds wonderful when driven in anger.
Can you name the car?
Here is another view:
My commute has been radically transformed as part of this relocation from North Puget Sound to Central Oregon. Whereas before I slogged my way up and down the superslab of Interstate 5, along with a few million other motorists – now I wander a series of high desert backroads. I no longer risk being creamed by a inattentive dork yakking on a cell phone, but instead have to keep my eyes open for deer, and soon, elk. I miss the views of Mt. Rainier, Mt. Baker, and the waterways of Puget Sound, but now I have spectacular sunrises and sunsets almost every day. Last night it was a thin crescent moon. Last week though, on Friday evening the sky was lit up with brilliant orange glow as the sun fell behind the Cascades. I pulled over a few times and shot several images. I like these two the best. The top one is an unusual cloud formation in the southeast over the Horse Ridge area.
Another is this image of a dead juniper tree with the same eastern sky at twilight behind it.
I originally stopped to shoot a hawk that was perched atop this dead tree, but it flew off as soon as I pulled the camera out of the car.
Stay tuned for more.
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