My Love

I love a pencil. 

March 10th Photo

I don’t care how much I’m on a computer (and I write for a living so that is a LOT ) I will never fall out of love with the feel of writing. The feel of the lead as it scratches across a piece of paper. I guess I just need that tactile satisfaction.

Plain and simple...

I like pens.

But I love a pencil.

I know - I’m very weird.

But I’m okay with it.

Okay - so it’s Tuesday’s photo and I have a ton of things to do....You almost got a joking comparison on why I love a pencil.

You know....Sturdy wood...Always says what I tell him to...Sometimes a little dull but can be sharpened...Doesn’t have to ask for directions because he writes them down...My pencil makes my fingers look skinny...Never argues with what I have to say...Erases his own mistakes....yadda, yadda, yadda, insert all the bad jokes here.

Trust me....you got the better version by just hearing that I love my pencil.

Meet Catherine

She remembers celebrating the salmon runs in Oregon’s rich Columbia River. 

March 9th Photo(s)

Where the salmon were thick and plentiful and the river’s spray cleansed her soul. 

The first salmon run of the year always heralded a traditional Wasco Indian Celebration - traveling for four days in horse drawn wagons, gathering huckleberries and harvesting the salmon - just as her own mother had done. 

She is a Wasco Indian and has fond memories of growing up on the Warm Springs Indian reservation .

Catherine taught her own daughter, Mavis, the Wasco ways of knowing when the salmon would be plentiful.

“In spring, when the fields fill with yellow flowers, the rivers will fill with salmon,” Catherine says.

Meet Catherine...

 

 

She’s real.

Cherish your past.

A rare sighting

March 8th Photo

The average person would think that this is just an everyday photo. The average person would not realize that in this photo I have captured the rare, exotic, once in a lifetime, full on shot of my oldest male child.

Considering that this is a normal shot of my son:

Or the even more famous duck and cover maneuver....He's perfected this one!

So, to capture a photo like the one above, I have had to develop the stalking skills of a national Geographic photographer or resort to using my grandson (who ADORES my son & has Stephen wrapped around his little finger) as a tool for capturing my own son in pictures!

You know it is over when...

March 7 Photo

I drive by this location quite often and it always makes me laugh to see this monument to love.

At first glance it is nothing more than a stone moniker designating the homestead of the Thompsons.

At second glance you notice that all may not be well at the Thompson ponderosa.

Ronnie and his bride must have had a pretty good falling out.

Keep in mind this is one  BIG STONE. (The sign not Ronnie....I guess)

If you look very closely, on the left, where it names Ronnie and his bride....well, she is no longer named....and yes, there used to be a name there. 

Wonder if she got that part of the ponderosa in the divorce....or if she pissed him off so bad he chiseled that sucker right outta there!

Wow, bet there's a story behind that one...and I am sure he hired some company to come out and remove her name from the stone.

But it is more fun to imagine him out there with chisel in one hand, hammer in the other and him just sweatin' away his frustrations as he chips away at her name until the last reminder of her is gone!  

Can't you just see it?????

I can, and its pretty darn funny.