News flash…
re: Three landscapes and a soaking shed
…I can’t count.
Or I changed my mind.
Possibly both.
Oh, my.
re: Three landscapes and a soaking shed
…I can’t count.
Or I changed my mind.
Possibly both.
Oh, my.
I saw a dead fish on the highway today.
The only constant is change. Snow turns to ice; ice turns to water; water turns to rivers; rivers become oceans. And eventually, it comes back to land to start the cycle again.
At first glance, covering the brilliant colors of the Painted Hills with snow seems an affront. Slowly, though, you realize the colors are more vivid and the landscape patterns surreal; it is a study in negative space. The intensity of the snow and depth of the shadows create an otherworldly effect that makes this fabulous place more so.
I wonder if snails ever get tired of hauling their homes around on their backs.
When hermit crabs move out of outgrown shells, do they feel elated?
I offloaded the camper yesterday for the first time since July. I suddenly feel exposed and, at the same time, delighted that I am free of my shell. The truck feels like a zippy sports car without the extra weight but I have to learn to use the rearview mirror again.
I’m settling in Bend, Oregon, for the winter. Stay tuned. I’ll be adding posts along the way. It’s always an adventure.