Liddy is always a joy to watch. Especially when I let her run in the meadows at the park. She always has a smile, and a fascination for things around her.
Things are pretty much getting back under control here on the ridge. I took June up to see her orthopedic surgeon last Friday. We got the news that she was healing well. Don’t put any pressure on the foot for another few weeks.
Liddy and I are back to our regular routine, we were going to make a trip up to Poulsbo to see our friend Dick Padilla Yesterday. Some issues came up and I thought I was coming down with a cold – yep cold was confirmed last night – so we didn’t get there. Maybe next week.
So, a pretty quiet week. Couple of trips to the park – Liddy is getting much more cooperative with her modeling – and Wednesday was Snake day.
There is a very healthy population of Garter Snakes in Clear Creek Park.
They give me the willies.
Not so much a scare, as a start.
Usually don’t notice them until I’m right on top of them. Takes a millisecond to realize what it is that is scurrying away in such an un-natural way – ok its natural for a snake. Anyway, this one, and its friend were quite pretty, I thought, curled up on the log like this. We took a moment to enjoy.
Liddy and I were out on a mission of discovery Sunday. We wandered past Enumclaw, to the location of the old Weyerhaeuser White River Sawmill. My map still shows the log pond beside SR 410 so I thought there might be the possibility of birds or something.
We bumped into a couple of guys who were doing their own exploring. They suggested I might want to walk up the old logging trail a way. There is a path leading into the forest that follows a creek they said.
They were not exaggerating when they said the trail was magical. Soft, west coast path surrounded by blankets of Shamrocks. Deeper into the forest we came upon this cascade.
It was an exploratory mission. Didn’t have my full kit. No tripod, no macro lenses, just my walkabout kit and the energizer puppy.
We will be back – you will see this creek again – it’s only 20 minutes from our front door!
In light of all the murder and mayhem in the world today, I thought this simple idea might be appropriate.
Yesterday was July 4th. Independence Day! The most celebrated day in the American Calendar.
Unfortunately, most of my neighbors take the concept of the rockets red glare just a bit too far. The thunder of the battlefield began in earnest about 2 hours prior to sunset and continued well beyond midnight. Many good Benjamins were slain for the sake of a small glow and a big bang.
Talk about instant gratification, or money going up in smoke.
It is the bang I have a problem with. I have trouble enjoying the subtleties of sound produced by small cascades such as the one pictured above. I truly object to the constant crash we are subjected to for the sake of a small fizzle.
Liddy is not a great fan either. She lay between June and I all evening, shaking constantly. Not at all an enjoyable moment.
I would much rather enjoy a choreographed display set to music. One I can enjoy from a distance. One where bursting starburst dances with the crescendo of some classic by Handel. I don’t hear the subtleties of that either, but like the brook cascading over the bank, I can enjoy the quiet moments.
Another trip to North Vancouver, another adventure. This time it was on the way north.
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Time waits for no man they say. Especially if there is money involved.
During our Sunday walk, Liddy and I chanced upon this rezoning notice in a field along a road we like to walk along. It seems that Knutson Farms is about to convert this field from growing rhubarb, to growing warehouses. Bit of a shame really.
When I first came to walk through here, these fields were a brilliant yellow from the spring daffodils. This was when the Puyallup Valley was ‘Daffodil Capital of the World’ or so the sign proclaimed.
The daffodil trade has lost its appeal I guess as there are none left. They have all been converted to rhubarb or left fallow.
Now, this farmland will be paved over with warehouses and parking lots.
Such is progress, or in this case, economics.