Yesterday Isabella and I explored a different walking trail. We drove just west of Bend up Century Drive, turned off on the road to Benham Falls and ended up at Slough Camp. From Slough Camp’s parking lot we headed on foot towards Benham Falls, about 2.5 miles. I hadn’t been up in this area for ages. It brought back a fun/funny memory. In The 60’s when I was attending COCC my folks sent me $70. a month for rent, food, gas, etc. One memorable month I out-spent the month by two weeks and had only a dime to last until next payday. No problem, well not really. For food I, every day, fished the Deschutes and lived on the catch of the day – trout. I ate fried trout, baked trout, boiled trout, and fried trout again. The dime I had bought me two lemons from the market on Franklin St. just two blocks from my apartment. Bend was so compact and easy back then. Anyway, Slough Camp was one of my fishing spots and it felt good to be back, although I’m happy to hike and not fish.
Isabella found a place where she could get to the river for a drink without tromping through brush and river grasses. She took off over a little embankment that looked almost straight down to me. I questioned her ability to get herself out of that hole, but she did it, eventually. I let her rest a bit, me too, before we carried on. It was such a beautiful, quiet Fall day, and I’m grateful for every minute of it.
If you’ve ever been to Fort Rock in the Central Oregon Desert, you’ll remember that it is formed of jagged lava rock that has taken the shape of a crescent. It’s dry and desolate, to me. So now, I seem to be existing in a near replica which I have named Fort Snow. (Not dry but maybe a little desolate.) The photos attached will tell you the story of the enormous snow load I am dealing with and some of the havoc it has raised. The inside has some significant damage caused by snow melt that crept silently down beams, under flooring, and into the main crawl space under the kitchen . It’s not the end of the world, but just one more thing to deal with as I pack to move and try to find a place to live. What a time for Bend to come up with an unprecedented snow dump.
Here’s the story behind my pictorial essay: lots of snow, piles so high I don’t have to think about anyone looking in my windows – or me looking out, tractor heading down towards my front door, Fort Snow forming, dogs going crazy with fun, and at last a fond farewell to my 1990 Subaru Legacy. She’s off to become a KLCC radio program.
By the way, it’s my 78th birthday, and I so appreciate the many, many birthday wishes that showed up on m Facebook page this morning. I really needed that kind of support today, and it helped me to remember who we all are – just a bunch of good friends and family who know how to reach out to one another.
This is my birthday month, and I have been gifted with so much beauty. Exactly what I ask for, snow. It’s so deep and cold I really haven’t ventured out much – no skiing, no walking. I’m playing “elderly” and mostly looking out of the windows – especially at night. Its full moon and the reflection of moonlight that comes off the snow is stunning. Last night I awakened around 1:00am and thought my neighbors were shinning their headlights in my window. Good to see it was simply the natural grace of the night.
All over Bend roofs are collapsing. Early this morning Kenwood School’s gymnasium roof came down, Hooker Creek, and FedX too, so all schools are closed for inspections. Now the kids have had an entire week off because of the best weather ever.
Yesterday I submitted fourteen images to Looking Glass Gallery, located in the Bend River Mall annex. Seven are Solstice greetings and the other seven are holiday themes. Watch for future post and more images.
My Solstice art is not easily photographed, as it is painted on Yupo (a plastic paper) with acrylic inks. The inks leave a high gloss finish which reflects everything making it almost impossible to photograph. The image I’m posting will give you an idea of my expression of the Return of the Sun or the Solstice celebration. Inside each card is a brief explanation of the meaning of Solstice.
The Aspen in the yard, and most of the surrounding forest, are turning all shades of yellow.
I’ve been having a bit of fun in my studio with yellows, burnt siennas, deep sap green, and other beautiful mysteries of life. I will post them on my blog only. You are welcome to visit. It’s simple: suskjersaa.com.
There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift, that there are those
Who will be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore; they will
Feel they are being torn apart and will
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore;
Push off into the middle of the river;
Keep our eyes open and our heads above
And I say see who is there with you and
At this time in history, we are to take nothing
Personally, least of all ourselves,
For the moment we do, our spiritual
Growth and journey comes to a halt.
The Way of the lone wolf is over.
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and
All that we do now, must be done in a sacred
Manner; and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for.
In these remaining days in my studio I’ve turned to playing with little books and filling the pages with “reminders” to help me re-member who I am and how blessed I’ve been to live in the mountains – a life’s dream fulfilled. My next dream calls for “this or something equally as harmonious.”