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Walking With Eagles is a collection of original poems and photographs by Lindy Low Le Coq. A lifelong naturalist, amateur photographer and bird enthusiast, Lindy’s verse, composition and photographs open a window into the essence of her subjects. Her poems and photography reflect the rich natural wonders of the Pacific Northwest.
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Bald Eagles mature over the course of five years. Walking With Eagles invites the reader to take a poetic and visual tour of this odyssey.
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~ Wordless Wednesday + Weekly Photo Challenge – Pure ~

Jen H. asks us to find “beauty in the mundane, and purity in the midst of our chaotic, over-connected world.” Immediately I thought of the cool refreshing waters of Crescent Creek.
Pure
~ In A Vase ~ In My Heart ~
“Memories, you see, last longer than anything else.” Margaret Sangster

Lillium ‘Roma’ – Asiatic Lily
Harvey Littlejohn Low
February 28,1922 – Spokane Washington ~ June 3, 2016 – Corvallis, Oregon

My younger sister, Lori and I collaborated to write a quality obituary of our father. It is long, just as his life was full and generous. I hope you take a quiet moment to reflect upon a life well-lived.
Harvey Littlejohn Low, of Corvallis Oregon, passed peacefully at Timberwood Court Memory Care in Albany, Oregon on June 3, 2016 after spending the day surrounded by his children and grandchildren. The son of George Sutherland Low and Jessie Fraser Harvey Low, Harvey was born February 28, 1922 in Spokane, Washington. He attended North Central High School where he “excelled in wood and metal shop, and had great fun participating in school plays and musicals.” There he met the love of his life, Agnes Margaret Twitchell (1924 -1996). They married in 1942.
A naturalist, sportsman, machinist, carpenter, gunsmith, farmer, educator, environmentalist and human rights advocate, Harvey’s twinkling eyes expressed intellect, quick wit and resolve. Always, he was a force to be reckoned with.
During WWII, Harvey served in the Army Marine Engineers in Europe, building the Mulberry Pontoons, and later in the Army Special Services Marine Maintenance Corps completing port reconstruction following Patton up the Rhine. After the war, Harvey returned to Spokane, his wife, and their toddler daughter, Diana Elizabeth (1944), where he pursued advanced studies in education at Eastern Washington College of Education (now EWU), and became the proud father of Michael Harvey (1947), and Lindy Louise (1949). The family moved to Newport, WA in 1950, where Harvey taught industrial arts at Newport High School, while continuing graduate studies at EWC. Harvey and Agnes moved the family to Wenatchee, Washington in 1955, where he served as Counseling Department Head/Dean of Students at Wenatchee High School for six years.
One of only thirty-two people selected from a nationwide pool of applicants, Harvey received a full-ride scholarship to attend Harvard University’s ‘Leadership in Education Summer Fellowship Seminar’ in 1960. He then set his sights on acquiring an EdD degree from Washington State College (now University) in Pullman, where the family next settled, and Lori Leanne was born (1963). His studies launched Harvey into a professorial position at WSU, where he taught educational counseling and administration until his retirement in 1985. One of Harvey’s proudest achievements during his tenure at WSU was establishing a High School Equivalency Program (HEP) on campus. The program provided children of migratory and seasonal farm workers an opportunity to obtain the equivalent of a high school diploma, and subsequently gain employment or begin post-secondary studies.
Throughout his life, Harvey was a forceful advocate for the disenfranchised, at a time when doing so was often disdained. By his courageous actions and words, Harvey provided a voice to the voiceless, a hand up to the discouraged, and instilled in his children a deep respect for the value of all people.
Harvey and Agnes purchased a home, out-buildings and forty acres of farm land, three miles south of Pullman. “As a kid farming with horse and plow, forty acres was as much as a man could do on his own!” Harvey said, when asked why such a small plot in the middle of many thousand-acre farms in the Palouse. He loved the many aspects of farming, and especially enjoyed his string of pack horses which he took elk and deer hunting with friends and family in the high Cascade and Blue Mountains. Upon retiring from WSU, Harvey and Agnes moved to Corvallis, Oregon, where he became an active member of the local Duck’s Unlimited Club, continued to support the educational pursuits of his family, and lived independently until late 2015.
Bundling the family into a pickup to immerse his children in the beauty and wonder of wilderness and national parks, was a priority for Harvey — something his father, George Sutherland Low, had given both Harvey and his brother, George. Fishing, hunting, exploring and honoring the natural world is a value that lives on in his clan. Like landing a mighty Rainbow Trout or making a clean shot of a bird, Harvey loved telling tales of the many adventures of his life and singing around a campfire with his family. This tradition will carry on, as the remaining Low clan make new adventures, and tell the tales, bringing Harvey’s grace and kind spirit forward into their shared future.
Harvey cherished his family. His most inviolable wish was that we remain strong and true to one another. In that spirit, we encourage all to look into the eyes of those you love and be grateful for the gifts they offer.
Harvey found renewal and sanctuary in nature. To fully honor his spirit, his clan urge you to take a moment this day to be in nature — to absorb its deep truth and lasting universality.
Harvey was preceeded in death by his parents, older brother George Sutherland Low, and wife, Agnes (Twitchell) Low. Surviving kin include his children: Diana Elizabeth Dunnington (Leslie), Michael Harvey Low (Carmen), Lindy Louise LeCoq (Creighton), Lori Leanne Soli (Scott); grandchildren: Lynn Elizabeth Faulkenberry (Todd Bybee), Marie Kathleen Dunnington, Meghan Sarah McArt, Molly Margaret McArt (David Marcus); and great-grandchildren: Andrew David Faulkenberry, Justin Robert Faulkenberry, and Micah Harvey Marcus. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to The Sierra Club, Earth Justice, or Ducks Unlimited.
In a Vase on Monday: Cathy@Rambling in the Garden
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~ Wordless Wednesday ~

Dad and Lindy on Crescent Lake, Oregon for sunrise fishing ~ July 16, 2009
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~In Memory of My Father ~
Harvey Littlejohn Low (February 28, 1922 – June 3, 2016)
On the day my father died
I planted flowers in my sister’s garden —
Lemon and marmalade marigolds
Sapphire lobelia
circling
Garnet geraniums.
This is a poem I wrote when Dad and I were still going out fishing in his boat. On the way back to shore he would hum strains of songs I had grown up with. His humming always signaled to me that he was happy.

When daddy hums
my heart is at ease
thoughts come untangled
troubles release
His baritone lilting
softens all woe
providing a shelter
for me to come home.
Lindy Low Le Coq (revised August 2013)
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~ Weekly Photo Challenge – Spare ~
‘SPARE GRASS’

Asparagus officinalis (first year in my garden)
“Asparagus has been used as a vegetable and medicine, owing to its delicate flavour, diuretic properties, and more. It is pictured as an offering on an Egyptian frieze dating to 3000 BC. In ancient times, it was also known in Syria and in Spain. Greeks and Romans ate it fresh when in season, and dried the vegetable for use in winter; Romans even froze it high in the Alps, for the Feast of Epicurus. Emperor Augustus created the “Asparagus Fleet” for hauling the vegetable, and coined the expression “faster than cooking asparagus” for quick action.[Note 1][11][12] A recipe for cooking asparagus is in the oldest surviving book of recipes, Apicius’s third-century AD De re coquinaria, Book III.
“The English word “asparagus” derives from classical Latin, but the plant was once known in English as sperage, from the Medieval Latin sparagus.[Note 2] This term itself derives from the Greek aspharagos or asparagos, and the Greek term originates from the Persian asparag, meaning “sprout” or “shoot”. Asparagus was also corrupted in some places to “sparrow grass”; indeed, the Oxford English Dictionary quotes John Walker as having written in 1791 that “Sparrow-grass is so general that asparagus has an air of stiffness and pedantry”.[citation needed]”
Wikipedia
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~ Hortensia ~ In A Vase On Monday ~
In 1994, Creighton and I visited his relatives in Brittany, France. They were lovely and generous with us. I remember well the beautiful hydrangea Madame Rene Andre kept. The climate there is much like ours in the Pacific Northwest, so these gorgeous perennial shrubs thrive in both locations.

Two Hydrangea macrophylla shrubs fill the corner on the lower level of my home
These are drenched in sunlight as they face east. Not the best light for photos but excellent light for Mopheads!

Hydrangea macrophylla
I love having a big vase of hydrangea with their wonderful blue color on the deck table.
Thanks to Cathy@Rambling in the Garden
~ From Small to Large ~ In A Vase On Monday ~
I have always loved little things. These tiny vases, purchased from Orcas Island Pottery, are perfect for small posy arrangements.

Dianthus best guess ‘Cherry Moon’ (Pinks), Lavandula best guess ‘stoechas'(French Lavender), Geranium phaeum ‘Margaret Wilson’ (Hardy Geranium)
Peonies continue to grace the gardens and roses are popping out in lively color for early summer cheer.

Rosa ‘Charisma’, Rosa ‘Chrysler Imperial’, Rosa ‘Madame A. Meilland’ (Peace), Paeonia lactiflora ‘Sarah Bernhardt'(Peony), Paeonia lactiflora ‘ Karl Rosenfeld’ (Peony).
I will be posting sporadically for a while, as my sisters and I are clearing possessions out of my father’s house. We have a buyer for the property and need to get our end of things taken care of immediately.
~ I Can See Clearly Now!* ~ WPC – Jubilant ~
This week’s photo challenge is from Michelle W. “Rejoice! It’s the end of the week, and time for a celebratory photo challenge…Let’s all end this week on a high note, with images that say jubilant.”

There are many times in my life I have felt jubilant, most recently last summer when I had cataract surgery on both eyes. A lifetime of severe myopia that required wearing contact lenses or glasses, was reversed over a two week period. To be able to open my eyes and SEE is still cause for rejoicing! (This is the one and only time I’ve taken a selfie!!)
*Johnny Nash
~ Cee’s B&WPC – Tongues and Tails ~
I could have gone into the trove of photos I took at the San Diego Zoo to provide a diverse collage of tails, but I’d rather feature our very own — now well-loved by many of you – Jello. When you get kissed by her, you know she means it!
Humans have 5 million olfactory receptors in our noses. Beagles have 225. However, their sense of taste is inferior to ours with a ratio of only one taste bud to our six. Dogs have no real sense of taste as we know it, but oh that nose — knows!

At the other end is a flag that helps dogs navigate on all fours, at the same time it signals their limbic reactions to the messages received through the nose. When Jello’s tail is flying at full sail, I can tell she is engaged and confident.

When she’s really excited (like at the scent of a rabbit) her tail goes wild!

If you’ve heard the expression “having your nose out of joint” you may understand the concept of having your tail out of joint!

Something in the wind has her attention!

Wonder what she’s watching…















