Category: Bellingham Washington
Best of 2013 Barnstorming Photos
lone fir taken last New Year’s Eve 2012
These photos (unless identified otherwise) were all taken this year with my Canon Powershot pocket camera.
Here’s to capturing more moments and preserving memories in 2014…
Sam stopping to smell the spring tulips
bearded iris
marshmallow fields forever
iris (and bugs) in Ireland
water lilies in Mount Stewart Gardens, Northern Ireland
Mount Stewart pond, Northern Ireland
Scottish kitty snoozing in a Galloway B&B sunroom
summer sunset on the farm
summer sunset (and bug)
Point No Point, Vancouver Island
Sunset, Strait of Juan de Fuca
almost the world’s largest hornet’s nest (on the farm)
summer evening rainbow
Haying crew
summer morning haze
a joyful evening on the hill
a front porch visitor in a box of Asian pears
spider web in morning fog
thistle full of ants
full moon sunset
After an August rain
evening on the farm
dandelion at dusk
sunset sky
summer morning rain
web architecture
thistledown
hydrangea
spent hydrangea
virginia creeper
too wet to hang clothes
looking north to the Canadian Coastal Range
October fog
fallen leaves on the plexiglass cover of a WWU bicycle rack
Mountain shadow of Mt Baker at dawn
first frost
Twin Sisters
squirrel hollowed walnut shell
Autumn landscape
lichen
rainy rose
morning rainbow at dawn
last evening of autumn, first snow
snow on last day of autumn
Swan in downtown Tokyo in December
And the changing plum trees…
fall foggy morning
late October
New Year’s Eve
Shadows Moving with the Sun
Be comforted; the world is very old,
 And generations pass, as they have passed,
 A troop of shadows moving with the sun;
Thousands of times has the old tale been told;
 The world belongs to those who come the last,
 They will find hope and strength as we have done.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “A Shadow”
The shadow’s the thing.Â
If I no longer see shadows as “dark marks,”
as do the newly sighted,
then I see them as making some sort of sense of the light.
They give the light distance;
they put it in its place.
They inform my eyes of my location here, here O Israel
,here in the world’s flawed sculpture,
here in the flickering shade of the nothingness
between me and the light.
~Annie Dillard from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
A shadow is hard to seize by the throat and dash to the ground.
~Victor Hugo from Les Miserables
It’s Life We Harvest
…still it’s not death that spends
So tenderly this treasure
To leaf-rich golden winds,
But life in lavish measure.
No, it’s not death this year
Since then and all the pain.
It’s life we harvest here
(Sun on the crimson vine).
The garden speaks your name.
We drink your joys like wine.
~May Sarton, from “The First Autumn”
Is there something finished? And some new beginning on the way?
I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts…
~Carl Sandburg, from “Falltime” and “Autumn Movement”
I praise the fall:
It is the human season. On this sterile air
Do words outcarry breath: the sound goes on and on.
I hear a dead man’s cry from autumn long since gone.
I cry to you beyond upon this bitter air.
~Archiblad MacLeish from “Immortal Autumn”
Where Minds and Gardens Grow
As I go between meetings on the Western Washington University Campus in Bellingham, Washington, I can’t help but admire the work of the stewards of the gardens and landscape, as well as some of the four legged visitors. These are iPhone photos, taken on the run.
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