The annual holiday photo roundup – it was an Oregon-centric year.
All the best for a spectacular 2018 full of love, joy, and peace.
With gratitude for all of your support and encouragement, generosity and graciousness,
xoxo T
Cape Lookout
Lava Lands
Summer Lake
Hobart Bluff
Emigrant Lake
Painted Hills
Avalanche Lily
Crater Lake
Painted Hills
Acorn Woodpecker
Christmas Valley
Summer Lake
Deschutes River
Yesterday, I flew from Portland, Oregon, to Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I read about the melting of Antarctica as I looked down on the Nevada canyons and desert.
It was a surreal juxtaposition of time and place and global dilemma – adding to my carbon footprint while judging Man for our follies.
Antarctica may look like Nevada sooner than we think.
Please forgive the previous completely random post… I was playing with new software and inadvertently published it.
That said, I am working on some new, fun things that I hope to show you soon. Stay tuned! xoxo T
Last month, I registered The Road not Taken Enough as a Limited Liability Corporation with the state of Oregon. I’m not altogether sure what I will do with this designation but, as usual, I’ll make it up as I go.
The application had a series of questions that I immediately forgot after answering. I was looking through the paperwork yesterday and found this:
I mean, why be “Owner” or “President” when you can be so much more. A field tech long ago and far away gave me this title. Apparently, I see no reason to change it.
Beer is importanter
The misuse of “less” and “fewer” has long irked me.
The word “impactful” makes me gag.
“Addicting” really wants to be “addictive.”
Despite my personal misgivings about these words, they are real. Misused, abused, and cringe-worthy as they may be, they are verifiable.
Last week, I heard “
Language must grow and change shapes to survive. Shifting words to new meanings is part of a living language. It doesn’t always make it sound
Attempting to loosen the stodgy rules of language in my head, it seems that beer may be
The road to the sky.
Fire-killed standing forest on the flanks of Mt. Adams, Washington.
Another record year of heat. Another record year of wildfire.
The new colors of fall in the West: black, silver, and white.
Reds, yellows, and oranges are now the province of summer – in the form of fire.
Symmetry/asymmetry
He spun the hoop in his right hand, the knuckles on his left were taped. The hoop was a solid metal pipe; it clattered heavily the one time it fell to the tile. He stepped in and out of it with no more difficulty than stepping off the curb. Stepping in and beginning a spin with the same motion, he adjusted his footing and his grasp as he turned. Sometimes moving both feet together and shifting his weight to create momentum, then redistributing his limbs and rolling on. No matter if he fell out when his feet were above his head, he flowed back into the hoop and spun off again.
I took this photo years ago in Paris. I have always loved it though I cannot explain why. The beauty and skill of the young man drew me in at first. The point at which the hoop and the shadow meet has strength and the joining creates the symbol for infinity. The shadow seems to be floating above the plaza tiles, not on the same plane as the hoop nor the tiles. And the shadow is not exactly a mirror image but has its own dynamic. The background umbrellas and the vendor’s roof repeat the circular theme.
Somehow all of these pieces fit together for me. They create a past, a present, and a future all in the same circle, all in the stopped motion of the hoop and the man in it.
In many native traditions the circle, and especially the spiral, are sacred shapes. They represent birth and rebirth. They are an invitation to dance. Similarly, symmetry and asymmetry are opposite sides of the same coin – as joy and sorrow, life and death.
This seems a lot of weight for a Parisian man in a hoop to bear. Finally, I realize it is not a burden. There is no weight, there are no edges, no corners, no divisions. There is simply a man in a hoop. And he is limitless.
Tape up your knuckles, step into the hoop, and become one with the motion. We are all limitless and it is time to dance.
Fall day
Fall days are meant for lying in the sun, daydreaming under the blue sky and golden, glowing leaves. Brilliant bits of color highlight the seasonal changes. Solid summer greens hold on.
I took this photo lying in the pine needles under an oak tree. I was mesmerized and my agenda was forgotten.