Tuesday, January 26, 2016


Then (left side of photo)
Now (right side of photo)
photo credit: City of Brownsville, Oregon

Take a stroll down Brownsville's main street and be introduced to hometown shops. 
A strong sense of community is a hallmark of the town.

Here you will find about 1700 residents located in the southern part of Oregon's Willamette Valley.

Town settled in the 1840's.

Commercial area dates from the 1850's to the 1920's.

And while you are there stop and enjoy a cool one 
at the Brownsville Saloon.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016


Western wear is still going strong at a store in Portland, Oregon. I took this photo some time ago and thought it portrayed the still on-going culture of the West. Here in this widow display it stands humbly before the reflected high rises of Portland. 

Friday, January 1, 2016


Was out roaming a natural habitat area on this past Christmas day with my camera and my son. He also had his camera and we parted ways when we arrived. He was headed toward a large wetland area to take photos while I just wanted to roam haphazardly to find photos to take. We both ended up at our meeting place after about four hours. Just as he was wrapping up his photo session he dropped his camera accidentally and broke his view finder. Now he has to deal with a minor repair which usually is not so minor when you see the price quote from the camera repair company. But aside from that unfortunate incident he felt lucky that his lens did not break. 

Above is one of the photos I captured that day. The thread between the pickets were web threads made by some spider. The threads marched from picket to picket for at least twenty feet. 

The web threads reminded me of a William Stafford poem I found in a book titled  Nature and the Human Soul, by Bill Plotkin. I have borrowed it placing it below.

The Way It Is

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

things that change. But it doesn’t change.

People wonder about what you are pursuing.

You have to explain about the thread.

But it is hard for others to see.

While you hold it you can’t get lost.

Tragedies happen; people get hurt

or die; and you suffer and get old.

Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.

You don’t ever let go of the thread.