Christmas Valley Sand Dunes
Once again, Central Oregon does not disappoint.
There is a lifetime of exploration here.

Rippling sand.

Trees past.

Dusk calm.
Once again, Central Oregon does not disappoint.
There is a lifetime of exploration here.

Rippling sand.

Trees past.

Dusk calm.
re: Three landscapes and a soaking shed
…I can’t count.
Or I changed my mind.
Possibly both.
Oh, my.
A wild winter ride to iconic Central Oregon hot springs offered these landscapes. The road to Summer Lake is a beautiful stretch of little-used highway along the western edge of the Great Basin. Sagebrush gives way to alkali lakes, winds rip across the open flat, and clouds create another dimension of life above the high desert.

An unsettled day in the high desert.

Silver Lake, Oregon, snow from the west meets billowing clouds from the east.

Snow seems to be falling from Summer Lake up to the clouds.

Between the land and sky of Central Oregon lies Silver Lake.

Summer Lake Hot Springs soaking shed
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.

Building crystals, Deschutes River, Tumalo State Park

Juniper droplet

Calm in the rush

Deschutes River, Tumalo State Park

The Great Basin, Nevada
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.
Happy Winter Solstice!
All the best and brightest for 2017!

Personal grooming is important in maintaining superiority.

Elephant knees and toenails and a little one tucked under the trunk. Chobe, Botswana

Lilac-breasted roller. Moremi National Park, Botswana

Paradise Found, Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe
Remember the children’s game, Candy Land? If the board was laid out on a real landscape, this is what the road would look like, marshmallow fudge and cotton(wood) candy.
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.