I have finally been able to get my website up and going again with all the malware removed. It has been quite an effort but it all seems to be working well again. So here is my first post of the New Year/ New Decade.
We rose early on the first of January to watch the sun come up. We were blessed with a beautiful bright sunrise filtered by the fog in the valley below our house. The sun was a bright spot on the horizon. Its rays gradually spread out through the foggy sky above and gently over the our yard below. It was a wonderful way to wake up, enjoy a nice cup of coffee, and discuss the potential of the year and decade ahead of us.
Here comes the sun Lighting the world around us, Harbinger of the bright decade ahead.
How beautiful the snow is, but it is really cold. Today was -6 degrees when I got up. It is “dry” cold, so not too uncomfortable. Since Punxsutawney Phil made his prediction of an early spring, winter has hit Eastern Washington hard. We have had our first real snow of the year and the temperatures have dropped below zero. We are in for more!
The only good advice I have heard is to not trust the groundhog. Out of Phil’s 103 predictions, he has been right only 39% of the time! I see that he has about the same prediction accuracy as our regular weather forecasters.
I am always up and about before the winter sun rises. I anxiously await for the morning magic to appear. This day was one of those special days. What a wonderful way to enjoy and contemplate what the new day will bring.
I was enjoying my morning cup of coffee, looked out the window, and saw this weird cloud formation. I dropped everything and rushed to get my camera. Luckily I had the right lens and was able to get a quick photo of this cloud spiral before it dissipated. A few seconds later it was gone. I have never seen such a cloud phenomenon. I have no clue what could have caused it here in Eastern Washington. I wonder if it was a mini cyclone???
The mysteries of nature engulf my imagination. The more I stop to contemplate what is going around me, the more wonder I see and feel. I feel grateful to witness such events and even more lucky if I have a camera near by. It is time to celebrate the wonderful world around me.
A few days ago we had a light snow. I gazed our from my kitchen window and became fixated on the wonderful piece of history in my backyard. The snow provided a nice contrast between the irrigation flume’s wood structure and the sagebrush speckled background.
This piece of history was built in 1892 to provide irrigation water to the Selah Valley. Over the years, much of the canal has been upgraded and the wooden flumes torn down. I am lucky to have one of the few remaining sections above my home. I currently get my irrigation water directly from this flume. Sadly, it won’t be for too many additional years. Plans are to replace this section with an underground pipe. So until funds are available, I will enjoy what remains of our little bit of history.
Looking out my window before the sun came up on the Winter Solstice, I saw some bilious clouds forming. I knew a fantastic sunrise was on the way. I grabbed my camera and just waited. I was rewarded with this beautiful view from my patio. What a beautiful gift and wonderful way to start a new day!
The path through the orchard led up to a little bluff that overlooks the valley below. I am at the end of my “photo stroll” and feel rewarded with the peaceful view below. I catch my breath and start the walk back through the orchard. I look forward to seeing new images as they present themselves to me.
This tired dead branch looked out of place against the bright colors of the autumn leaves. Besides the obvious contrast of the dull brown against the brilliant yellows, oranges, and reds, the branch was also a contest of the dead leaves still hanging and the leaves that had just fallen on the ground. Soon they too will turn to the same brown as the leaves hanging above. We cannot evade the circle of life.
When walking around, I typically look forward and upward. I have to remind myself to look down at the treasures at my feet. This clump of fungi caught my eye with all its lines and colors. Many of the aging cherry trees had severe scars and wounds, a great place for fungi to start. Such great color was a gift for my eyes.