Native Range: From British Columbia south through northern California, primarily along the temperate corridor that includes Puget Sound and the Willamette Valley.
Tonight my mental, physical, spiritual and emotional being feels meshed in a many-layered dance which holds me centered on earth and suspended in time.
I leap, turn, spin, stand still, step back and again find I still face now.
Earth, moon, sun, stars all in continual motion. Life flows.
Yesterday, we celebrated my father’s ninety-fourth birthday. It was a little surprise party in his room with fresh (yes FRESH) Dungeness crab as the main course, and homemade carrot cake for dessert. He was very pleased.
Ninety-two years ago today, on a leap year February 29, my mother was born. She grew to be a beautiful, strong woman — a trail-blazer — with empathy as deep as Crater Lake. It is now twenty years since she passed.
What an artful use of a fine resource — converting these large links of maritime chain into protective fencing around an area needing protection. It certainly stopped me in my tracks!
* With a bow to Don Covay who wrote the song “Chain of Fools,” and Aretha Franklin who first released the song as a single in 1967. I can hear the refrain in my brain!
I’m on my way to a class today at Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, to learn how to make Japanese Stab Bound notebooks. Hope to have snaps to show soon!
I stopped at a viewpoint on the way to Cape Disappointment State Park. After snapping some photos, I took Jello for a walk. I didn’t know where the trail would lead me — but it didn’t matter — this was an adventure!
As I crested a hill, I felt a sense of excitement wondering what the trail had in store for us. Many of my posts the past two weeks feature photos taken that afternoon.
At some point in his younger years, Dad fabricated this gun. My brother, Mike and I called it the ‘pirate pistol’.
Among many other skills, Dad was a master machinist. He had a gunsmith shop when we lived in Wenatchee, and made several shotguns and rifles for himself and his children. We thought the pirate pistol had been lost, until I unearthed it from the jumble in one of Dad’s disheveled closets last month.
When I spotted this critter on the trail at Cape Disappointment, I knew it was from the salamander family. It didn’t move, as I crept closer with my iPhone to snap these shots. (I’d already drained the battery in my Lumix!)
Rough-skinned Newt
A web search at the Burke Museum, helped me identify this as a Rough-skinned Newt (Taricha granulosa), found in Washington state west of the Cascades. Always wanting moisture, this newt can be found on land away from water, as in this setting. The silver iris in its eyes cinched the identification. I also learned that this is the most poisonous newt in Washington, as their toxins “can cause mild skin irritation, but can cause severe symptoms if ingested, including paralysis and/or death.” Luckily, Jello had passed right by without even sniffing it!
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.
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.
view ~ Walking With Eagles ~ in top menu bar for a preview, though the folio is much nicer!