Simple Gifts

I believe I live in one of the most beautiful places in the world; the Snoqualmie Valley. I get to see amazing things everyday. It's time to celebrate that. (You can view pictures in larger format by clicking on them)

Sunday, December 21, 2008

It was a blizzard

OK, that seems a bit dramatic but I looked up the definition and it fit. "Officially, the National Weather Service defines a blizzard as a storm which contains large amounts of snow OR blowing snow, with winds in excess of 35 mph and visibilities of less than 1/4 mile for an extended period of time (at least 3 hours). Apparently our peak gust was 57 mph. I am very grateful for my warm house and the fact that the winds weren't higher and the power was only out briefly. When morning came and things had calmed somewhat I couldn't resist getting out and exploring.

My porch, yard, driveway and street

Along the river trail by my house. The wind was still blowing hard by the pond

This house has been vacant for months. The snow is right up against the house and no one is around to shovel

I wanted to catch a photo of what I'm calling "snow devils". This was as close as I got

I like this bench

Oops. I guess they went in the ditch about 3am. I know the guys and the ditch is in front of my friend's Roxi's house. Small neighborhood! Roxi and I had a nice visit while watching the efforts to rescue the mini van.

And Schmoo of course had a great time... mostly

I stepped quickly off the street, because it was a very bad spot with drifting snow and a truck was coming. It turns out I was stepping into a snow filled ditch. Schmoo followed. I fell and floundered a bit in the snow and Schmoo decided that he'd just wait for rescue. I don't think he was all that happy to find himself chest deep in snow. We'd had a long walk and were tired. Of course about 30 minutes after we got home he was ready to play again.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Starting a new blog

In my last post I talked about not posting in this blog. I really doubted I would post here again. It felt like an ending. I've long struggled with with this blog would be and what this blog could be. Sometimes I dream very big, and while that dreaming is fun, it can hamper me from enjoying what is. I started this with the idea of it being a sort of naturalist journal and ended writing about love of dogs.

You'll find a reoccurring theme with me. I believe that life is a journey. We don't really know where that journey will take us and even when we think our path is clear, we often take detours and stop in unexpected places. I guess I feel the need to share my journey. Perhaps it's vanity but I hope some of it is a desire to spread the sense of wonder I so often feel and to make connections with the larger world. Words and blogging also give me a map of where I've been and can remind me of the direction I want to move.

When I created my blog I called it "Simple Gifts". That is important. I've gotten very caught up in expectations, when what I wanted to focus on was the magical moments in life. I've worried about what a naturalist would write. I've worried about scientific content. I've wondered if I could ever be considered a writer of photographer. I think a lot. I worry. I want to make this world a better place but I'm overwhelmed by the myriad of problems. I constantly wish I could do more, but find myself, like so many others, limited. So, I'm starting a new blog. It will build on the lessons I learned here. It will focus on something I can do. I know how to celebrate life. I can remind others to look at the sunset or feel the wind in their face.

My new blog is very much a work in progress, just as I am. I will slowly be adding poetry that I've written. I will write and post pictures. My goal is to share what I can in a moderately polished fashion. Heh, we'll see if that's too lofty a goal. Will I come back here to Simple Gifts? Perhaps. I can see me coming here to brag about Schmoozer or write about the details of a trip.
And here, I won't worry about polish. Another important lesson I've learned, crafting something I'm proud of is worthwhile but being able to cut loose and just let myself be is vital.