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It was right there before Amber; a castle on top of a hill surrounded by forests. The stories in her chapter books told of princesses and castles on the top of hills and little villages below. Her Momma always told her they were make-believe stories, but Amber just knew they... Continue reading
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He told us his several times “great” grandmother Sally Sue experienced the Northern War of Aggression first hand. Family stories claim General Sherman himself torched the family farm and taking the only milk cow they had. Sally Sue was madder than a wet hen because General Sherman’s Family was nowhere... Continue reading
Posted Nov 10, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Sue was a grand old lady and the Mother of a good friend. One time when visiting her I shared a cup of my cinnamon stick tea. She liked it very much so I left her some tea bags and then sent her some more for her enjoyment. Sue passed... Continue reading
Posted Nov 3, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Saturday meant a trip back to Lynden to meet up with some friends for a Xiang Sha Wan reunion. In January 2011, I was among a group of ten American photographers invited to participate in an exhibition of landscape photographs with members of the Chinese Photographers Association. Some of us... Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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We finished the areas we wanted to photograph on Thursday, so we had a free day on Friday. Based on our experience and a bit of a lark, we thought that we would travel a road that paralleled the Klickitat River. We have always had good luck following a river... Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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We were enjoying lunch in the clubhouse after a morning round of golf. Dan came in to join us for lunch. We asked Dan why he didn’t join us on the course. He replied that he used to play more when he had a regular golf group, but not anymore.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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We started to drive the back roads west this morning. That meant Old US 30, a narrow, twisty road that winds along the south bank of the Columbia River. Once we got into the Columbia Gorge, we encountered the bane of all landscape photographers; access, or more specifically, no access.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 24, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Buoyed by yesterday’s success, we started out this morning by heading west and driving the “blue and white” roads south and west of The Dalles, an area neither Brooks nor I have ever explored. There were not a lot of people on the back roads so we could drive slowly... Continue reading
Posted Oct 23, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Landscape photographers seek the “golden hour” the two hours after sunrise and two hours before sunset. The bad part about the sunrise thing is you have to get up when it is still dark. It takes a while for the light to reach the bottom of the Deschutes Canyon so... Continue reading
Posted Oct 22, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Here is a photograph near The Dalles from the first day. Brooks stopped to make another photograph and I got out to look around. This seems like a nondescript intersection with a pair of signs. The sign on the left notifies of an internet cable buried beneath. The other sign... Continue reading
Posted Oct 21, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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This morning's weather was gray and misty. This blue gray October sky thing might work well for some folks, but it didn't work at all for me this morning. I didn't come up with anything useful or memorable. We stopped for lunch in Dufur, Oregon and had lunch with some... Continue reading
Posted Oct 20, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Sven was a Norwegian bachelor farmer with a little house and farm on past the edge of town. His closest family was still in the Old Country. After he died, the town folk got together and buried him in the town cemetery. We sent a letter to his family in... Continue reading
Posted Oct 20, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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In the Fraser Valley on Friday. Some of the weather we're trying to miss. Today was not a day for photography. We decided last night that the certainty of rain on the west side of the Cascades was assured, so we thought that if we could get to the dry... Continue reading
Posted Oct 19, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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And here's another one. It is a fact that if the weatherman says 100% chance of rain it's not going to rain everywhere all the time. That's true even in the Fraser River Valley in British Columbia. It rained a lot as we made photographs in the Fraser River Valley,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 18, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Weeks have gone by and we’re pretty sure that Captain Meyersmith had our wagon train on the right trail. Until everyone stopped. We could not see it until we got right up to the edge. Daddy called it a Dirty Devil because we could see no way around it. We’ve... Continue reading
Posted Oct 13, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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We all hated practicing scales. We wanted to play music, not practice. But that was what we had to do. We hated music theory, too. Mother said that we had to know theory and sight read to play music. We just wanted to have fun with music. But before we... Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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When she was very young, our daughter became afraid when she saw fog for the first time. To help her with her fear our quick reply was that fog was nothing more than a cloud that was lost. Eventually, the fog would be tired of visiting and would go back... Continue reading
Posted Sep 29, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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It is a lovely old building, built in 1822 as a kitchen. Plantation kitchens were set apart from the main house because they would almost always burn down. Better the kitchen should burn down than the main house. I would have loved to go inside to see and photograph the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 22, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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This was among the first photographs I made with a new digital camera. The two hundred page manual only had about twenty pages of (what I considered) useful functions, so those pages were all I learned. This is what I wanted to learn and felt confident in the use of... Continue reading
Posted Sep 15, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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I loved sitting in the kitchen on a stormy day. Nana would sit in her rocking chair and I would sit in the other chair and watch her crochet and listen to her stories from the old days. The big stove made it nice and toasty warm and the smells... Continue reading
Posted Sep 8, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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We were eating lunch in Escalante, Utah when some other tourists sat down at a table next to us. They were first time visitors to the United States. In the course of some friendly conversation the man said, “I now understand why Americans are so religious. Looking out on the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 1, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Momma said I had to go to school so I could learn to read, write and cipher. I wasn’t very big and the school was on top of a hill. You could see the whole town from there, not that there was much of a town there. But first, I... Continue reading
Posted Aug 25, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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Aunt Fanny always read from her prayer book. She needed her glasses to read and the two were always very close together. On her last night she finished her prayers, put her glasses in her case, but didn’t have the strength to close the case. She went to Jesus that... Continue reading
Posted Aug 18, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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I knew these airplanes. I knew them from books I owned and from the Revell models I made of these warbirds. I remember the heady aroma of the Testor’s Liquid Cement we used to assemble the plastic models. No longer 1/40 scale, they were right in front of me; the... Continue reading
Posted Aug 11, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey
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James Henry Harris. Your little sister said that you picked up that paint brush down at the mill and you painted your name on the wall. What in heavens name possessed you to be so vain as to think that people would want to see your name? I sent you... Continue reading
Posted Aug 4, 2019 at Postcards from the Creative Journey