We had such a beautiful trip this summer. This is a river by a little, hidden hot spring resort. It was a hot day, and even hotter by the boiling springs. But by the river it was perfect. The water was absolutely freezing, yet the air was fresh and just the right temperature. The sound of that river rolling over the rocks and splashing through its bed was delightful, especially after a long car ride. This is the scene I captured for you hoping you could stay a moment and imagine being there with us. We live in such a beautiful part of the world, the Great Northwest.
I am so thrilled to see our Swallowtails every spring. I am also fairly predictable by now I suppose. I can’t help it. I find such miracles in our daily lives. I want to share them with you too. The fingerprints of God right here. Why would God make a bug that starts out as a little caterpillar, then curl up in a “sleeping pod” they make all by themselves, then transform into a beautiful, fluttering insect? I think it is because He knew that we would love such a whimsical creature. He loves us so very much.
This is a little Columbine a friend sent me seeds for. I actually forgot I had put them in a pot on our deck. Then low and behold come spring there are these amazing little flowers popping up everywhere! Oh how I love them. So here is a closer look of a Columbine blooming.
There is something about this weed that I love. It is just…fascinating. And then when it blooms it has a purple flower that grows around the spikey top like a tutu! Always looking for beauty everywhere!
I love our little swallows in their fancy tuxedos. I love watching them fly through the air catching their meals for themselves and their young. They fly as though they were acrobats with quick dives and many swirls every which way, chirping the whole time with tiny voices. They seem to love it. Just compete satisfaction in their flight. Yet their dancing in the wind isn’t for fun. They do it because if they don’t they die, their offspring die. Can I be like a tiny sparrow? Can I find joy in my purpose, in my daily life? Just lose myself in what God has laid out before me to do each day?
Down the road from us and right off the highway of all places has become a birthing place for this deer. I get to watch her most years spend a few weeks having her fawns and keeping them safe until they are big enough to move on. She usually has two. One year I got a whole series of photos with her and her twins. This year with work hours I had one little chance to stop by early in the morning and take some photos. Mom was so skittish she ran off and her little ones quickly concealed themselves so I got only a few pictures and none of a babies faces. I probably could have walked right up to the fawns and gotten amazing close ups, but I really do not want to scare this doe away. I want her to keep coming back year after year as long as she is able to have her offspring so I can be a part of it, even at a distance. I am thankful for the truly lovely picture I got of momma doe and the red clover background. I share a lot of photos of things I find lovely. Some people may think I might be ignoring current day realities. I am not. But what I truly desire is to share the beautiful things. Things that bring a peace and some appreciation for the world around us that is not riddled with drama, stress and pain. I need these breaks to keep me thankful and remind me that there is more to life than just the surface life we tend to survive in. These are gifts for us from the God Almighty whether we believe in Him or not, they are here to bless us. Tender mercies.
These are from spring of 2019. This was her first fawn she birthed that year. It was just a few days old in these photos, she had her second fawn just after I took these pictures. Just amazing to me!
We took a little family vacation this summer! This is amazing in so many ways. Not only because we haven’t ever been on a real vacation away in our 21 years of marriage but the sights we got to go see…were truly an unforgettable experience. If you haven’t recognized it yet this is Wizard Island in the midst of Crater Lake in southern Oregon. Though very popular to visit and photograph because of its unique beauty seeing it in person makes on step back and really appreciate all that comes with this view. It was a glorious moment to be a part of. We were reading the history on this volcano, known as Mount Mazama. It is known to have irrupted almost 8,000 years ago. To get to the Crater Lake we drove for several hours through many different kinds of forests and mountains, but once we got within a half hour of Mount Mazama the whole area took on a different kind of landscape. Flatlands with lush grasses, many lakes and waterways, fields full of cattle. I imagined the amount of devastation that happened to make such a dramatic change in the area was immense. After seeing first hand the destruction of Mount. St. Helens I can only imagine the aftermath of this large of an explosion that would dwarf Mount. St Helens irruption. It is said that ash and pumice debris made it all the way to Canada and the Pacific Ocean. Just think, when you are walking on the sandy beaches you may be walking on bits of Mt. Mazama even to this day. We were so thankful to be able to make an escape like this and for us to share it with our eight year old daughter. I think waiting like we did was a good idea, this way our girl is old enough to remember the details. Take time to go and explore, soak in the magnificent and subtle beauty around you.
There is this spot I walk by often. One year, soon after I discovered the unique beauty of the Coral Root orchid, I noticed a whole cluster of them in this spot. It was on the corner of bit of woods on a neighbors property by the road. I was so thrilled. I took pictures several times and reveled in the treasure I had found. Every time I walked by I felt that little spark of joy, so thankful for that reminder of God’s amazing creation and His love to share such a gift with me. After some time the flowers had faded to just stems. The season moved forward toward summer the people who owned the property had firewood they needed to store, that pile of firewood ended up right on top of the orchid patch. It hurt my heart. I don’t know why I get so attached to such things, but I do. Gifts given freely that I can do nothing to earn, why do I feel such a loss when things change and that gift is no longer at my fingertips just as I want them? I watched that spot every spring hoping, wondering. Several years passed and the pile of wood moved, I still watched but had given up hope of a return of the orchid there. I had since found many other amazing patches of orchids. That loss made it high on my priority list of things to find in the spring. When I do find them I photograph them religiously. But this year, this year… I walked by and saw what I thought was the start of those orchids in the exact spot they were in so many years ago! Sure enough, they came up and bloomed. It was a whole family of them. I took their picture in wonder and awe. Then as I looked at them, basking in the gift once again, I noticed another orchid in the same little woods. Not just one, or two but a practical forest of them! I wandered through those trees kneeling in the soft ground capturing as many orchids as I could. Who am I to plan out what needs to happen? To put limits on what God Almighty can do? These beautiful little gifts touch my heart and renew my faith in a deep way. In a way that changes how I live my daily life.
Resting in a place and appreciating the surroundings is a gift. Being able to be quiet within yourself enough to hear and see what is around you is a skill. Life and all its distractions, concerns and choices flood us constantly. Practicing the ability to stop and rest in a still moment takes time and patience. “Be still and know that I am God…” Psalm 46:10. Let that peace flood your souls instead of the pressures of life.
