Dance of the Mushrooms

They make me

smile

~

Flying Home

In our dreams

we are free

free to fly

~

Under a Pale Moon

Columbia River

cloaked in fog

~

Fairy Light

Frost in the morning light

glistened and glowed

at the wetlands

~

The Forgotten

So many pilings now stand forgotten

no longer used or needed

growing whatever will grow

in these small spaces

Along the Columbia River

~

Of Oneness

High on a hillside

waiting for Spring

~

Simple Pleasures

Simplicity

catches my eye

and captures my soul

~

Wetland Wonders

Atop a clump of reeds

way up high

a Water Fairy rested

on that warm sunny day

I sat quietly in total awe

until she flew away

~

Love Our Coastal Grunge

Winter is my favorite time

to be down at the

Oregon Coast

~

Weatherworn

Trees along the ocean shores

of the Pacific Northwest

often get battered by

winter storms

~

Sight Unseen

Hidden away

lies an old wooden bridge

by the side of a lake

deep in the wood

~

Serendipity

It was midday bright

but as we passed this bit of quietude

I just had to jump out of the car

and try to capture some of its charm

~

As Evening Approached

A hushed calm

before the storm

~

In a Fog

The mighty Columbia River

is out there

somewhere

~

In Silence

Do trees dream

when they sleep

~

Dreaming

Of sunshine and rainbows

and talking with flowers

~

Wind Swept

Ocean breezes

carried the morning mist

up along the hillside

Oregon Coast

~

Afternoon at the Lake

My computer freaked out

had to reinstall everything

Mind Melting

So a quiet afternoon

was much needed

~

Raindrops Keep Falling

Green moss

on a background of winter

~

Stillness

In the blue mist

of morning

~

Dream Weaver

Chasing the moon

~

Sleeping Trees

Patiently waiting

for Spring

~

Coastal Wonders

Tucked in a hollow

steps from the ocean

lives this small charming

bit of wetlands

unkempt unsoiled

left to be

~

Shadow Play

Long afternoon shadows

playing on calm waters

~

Timeless

I am drawn to peaceful places

where trees dwell

where all you can hear

is the whispering of the wind

where time stops

if only for a time

~

Quiet Along the Columbia

The Columbia River

was calling to us

on this sunny winter day

with volcano wounded

Mt St Helens

~

Hidden Lake

Years ago my wanderings

took me up a lonely back road

where I discovered this quaint little lake

Which to me

is magical

~

Winter Sun

A rare clear winter day

in the Pacific Northwest

Walked the wetlands just before sunset

Mt St Helens was all aglow

~

Above the Fog

On Spirit Lake Hwy

heading up to Mt St Helens

the deep valley below

hidden under a heavy blanket of fog

~

Foggy Wetlands

A cold and foggy New Year's Day walk

at the wetlands

My fingers numbed

my nose ran

and my lens fogged up

but always love our walks

~

Winter Walk

Wintry sunset

with fog rolling in

at the wetlands

~