Nature prevails

If you don't find this funny, you don't have a sense of humor that is functional. These ferns? GROWING on this truck. No, they weren't scooped up while off roading.

Tuesday's drive home.

It's really difficult to dislike living in a place that gives you these views.

My apologies on the power lines. Pulling over to the side of the road and shooting with my cell phone limits the options, but with this view....

Also? Cows sorta make me happy.

A rainy Monday

This was a fairly wet Monday. I had been seeing this view for about a month before I thought to capture it. It is much prettier when the sun is peeking through the fog (you can see it at the top of the frame), and I'm sure I'll take more of this view, but the river was a beautifully curving mirror and I cannot help but share it.
















Having moved from Minnesota where it freezes hard and often, we don't have this symbiotic tree relationship happening... or not that I have ever seen to this extent. It's like a second Spring in the Autumn after the leaves turn gold and fall, and we see the tree's lingerie. It is never completely gray here.

I am so blessed

No photos today, just an affirmation that as the student is ready the teacher appears and that for the task at hand the tools are given. It's really too bad that we don't see that until after the trials.

11-12-10 On the Way To Work

Not everything can or will be pastoral, sunrises or sunsets; there will be things that I find amusing as well. I drove past this woman surfing the web, in profile it was a perfect photo. Unfortunately, I could not safely or privately capture it, so straight on was the trick.

11/12/10 - Dusk Drive and the Docks

11/10/10 - The drive to Coquille and home.

Going to work. Pastoral, Rainy, Beautifully Mundane



























Autumn Drive - Going Home from Work



























This photo does not show the pools of water in this field. Were I only 3 feet taller.

This last shot was the second I took on my way home. I love the way the road curves and the sky is all marshmallow creme. Stunning.

nothing....but a plain horse and waggon on Mulberry Street.

"And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street" was one of my favorite books when I was a small Ole. I know I read it more than a number of times, for I too was an imaginative child in a fairly mundane world. I once convinced a classmate that my Aunt M and Uncle D had a lion on their farm (preposterous, we all lived in Minnesota).

I told stories to myself at the top of my lungs while mowing the lawn (a chore I detested), and sang, and made off like I was receiving a Grammy. I don't think that this imaginative streak has changed much, but I am not trying to convince friends of imaginary lions any longer.

Currently, I am a 40ish business woman in a creative field. I've recently moved from Minnesota to a place that has instantly felt like home in Oregon. I adore where I live. However, everyone has days when they doubt themselves, when they feel like where they are now is not where they belong. In an effort to remind myself of the beauty of the now, I am posting photos of my drive to work, of things I see on my back and forth drive, or at events that I attend while at work. There is beauty in this mundane, and I do not need to invent elephants, or in my case, lions.