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I wanted to get a picture in Pike Place Market in Seattle today but alas, I had a plane to catch. Knowing that again, there would be no light when I landed in Phoenix, I was forced to search for something from the plane. This, if you couldn't guess, is a picture of Mt St Helen. As you can see, she's still spewing two spouts of steam.
Baptized in the river
I've seen a vision of my life
And I wanna be delivered
In the city was a sinner
I've done a lot of things wrong
But I swear I'm a believer
Like the prodigal son
I was out on my own
Now I'm trying to find my way back home
Baptized in the river
I'm delivered
I'm delivered
~Good Charolette~
"The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns."
-George Santayana-
“We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.”
~Dag Hammarskjold ~
58.7.4.07
"Life and death, energy and peace, if i stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes, that I have made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it for having been allowed to walk where I've walked. Which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it and above..."
~Gia Marie Carangi~
and of course rewarded myself with a lovely glassa Super Tuscan.
Day 23 - PicADay Xmas Style "Last Minute Shoppers"
FGR - I drink alone
"Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land."
~Chief Seattle~
(leader of the Suquamish and Duwamish Native American tribes)
Day 13 of 90
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
and speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
the Phantom of the Opera is there-
inside my mind
TOTW: Lighting
"We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
~Marianne Williamson~
31.10.08.08
Day 362 - The birds were active today. Our feeder is right next to a bunch of tall grass and a big bush, so there are lots of perches and lots of cover against raptors for the smaller species. It's a pretty popular avian gathering spot in the winter, which is kind of cool.
Day 108 - A tiny rapid on a side stream at Ross Creek Cedars. I'd been meaning to go for almost five years and finally got to see them today.
Day 132 - Dandelions gone to seed in the vacant lot next door. Dandelions don't get a lot of love, but they're actually very edible (the roots make tea, the young leaves make salads), and do some pretty good things for the soil. Since we're trying to improve the soil next door, we're letting them be for the season.
Day 87 - Early evening clouds over our house, reminding us how awesome it is that we live where we do.
Day 277 - Hops, courtesy of my friend Cheryl. Based on the smell, this basket will turn into a really good beer, and possibly some other things...
Day 288 - N52ET passes in front of some dramatic clouds over Sandpoint. She already looks way more natural with winglets than without, doesn't she?