How plants climb and entwine to gain a spot in the sun is fascinating.
Here are a few from my gardens, twisting their way skyward.
Glass has enchanted me since I learned about millefiori paperweights while working in retail sales with Alan Zell, in Portland, Oregon. Under his tutelage, I came to understand the complex process of glass-blowing, and the intricate beauty that can be created with it.
Which explains why I couldn’t resist this lovely treble clef; a gift to my musician husband.
On a recent trip home from Long Beach, WA, the weather cleared enough for me to take a series of shots of the Astoria-Megler Bridge. Located fourteen miles (23 K) from the mouth of the Columbia River, it is the longest continuous truss bridge in North America, and was the last segment of U.S. Route 101. A joint project of Oregon and Washington, the bridge opened in August, 1966. Paid for by tolls, it stands as a testament to what can be accomplished with cooperation and collaboration.
When I was a kid in Wenatchee, Washington, as soon as the weather permitted, Mom and Dad would break out the fishing gear. With the boat secured on top, we’d all scramble into the pickup and head to the nearest water source where good fishing had been reported. I always looked for beautiful wild Shooting Stars (Dodecatheon) and often we would find a family of ducks in the reeds.
This Mallard mom was very protective of her brood as I walked through the marshes at Long Beach, WA a couple weeks ago.
My Oh My!
This is the view from the second story of Seattle’s Museum of History and Industry (MOHAI) looking down at my friend from college days, Al Young’s, 1970 Dodge Challenger Drag Racer in which Al won a long list of local and international championship titles.
At eye level is the hydroplane Slo-mo-shun IV, which I saw race on Lake Chelan, Washington in the mid to late 1950’s. “Over the span of almost 10 years, Slo-mo-shun IV & V came out of obscurity to dominate the unlimited hydroplane racing world, and then just as quickly vanish from the competitive racing circuit.” (http://www.slomoshun.com/index.php)
It was 1960, I was eleven years old and had traversed 3,000 miles across the USA with my family in a station wagon hauling a travel trailer. We started in the middle of Washington state, and landed in Boston. During that summer we visited many national parks including the Washington and Lincoln Memorials.
Since that first visit, I have returned to the National Mall whenever I am in DC. The awe I feel when approaching the Lincoln Memorial is palpable, and I ache when I walk the Vietnam War Memorial Wall. On my last visit the World War II Memorial was just completed. It too inspires me and is a fitting tribute.
cinnamon cedar scent mixes with cool salt sea mist
together
we welcome our shared solitude
Art Credit – Lindy Le Coq
A lifetime resident of Washington State, Lindy Le Coq grew up respecting and loving the natural world; traits which are evident in her favorite activities and creative pursuits. “Mini environments fascinate me; like a hermit crab in a periwinkle shell, tide pools, moss on a fence rail, dish gardens, the tiny flower heads of Sweet Alyssum.”
After retiring from a thirty-year high school counseling career, Lindy is happy “to spend the rest of my life being the artist I am, and coaxing my dormant stories into the light of day.” Currently she is writing a biography of her ninety-two-year-old father, working the final edit of her third short story, and creating color pencil drawings to illustrate her short stories.
“When the weather is too hot, too cold, or too wet, I prefer to write, draw and read. When it’s nice though, I like to play…
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I took this photo with my camera resting on top of the old weathered timber that extended across Crescent Creek. This angle extends the length, making it look a long way to the other side. Since I took this shot the timber has been removed.
Lindy Low LeCoq 