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Total Eclipse near Lime, Oregon + A Visit to Lime!

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So Karen, our son Noel, and I joined the hordes and drove to a rest stop just north of Lime, Oregon, arriving about 4:30 Monday morning. And any lingering doubts we had about the advisability of the enterprise were put aside after the event. Following are photos documenting our conversion.

Dawn breaks at the rest stop
The view from the farm road above the highway
One of the only lines we found that morning: the women’s room at the rest stop just after dawn…
Karen waits for the moon to arrive, next to my second camera…
Our friendly neighbor from Olympia, who shared his filtered telescope with us
A view using a welder’s lens (thanks, Howard Lev) before totality
The unfiltered event. Note the planet lower left quadrant. Mars or Mercury.
In the dark…
Two minutes of night
I blew up this shot to look a bit closer – is that a solar flare at 1 o’clock?
My last photo of the sun peeping out from behind the moon. Magnificent.
Moments after the eclipse, in the twilight of awe

Afterwards, we had a picnic and then decided to drive south a few miles to visit Lime, where Paul Dorpat told us an abandoned cement factory still loomed. We wandered an apocalyptic moonscape of graffiti, art, and lost children – a perfect aftermath comprising melancholy reflection and an exquisite sense of mortality.

No Trespassing — ignored by artists and visitors alike
Karen in the ruins with her solar umbrella

This kid got up but couldn’t get down. I asked if he needed help, but he threw a rock at me and called for his dad (who may have been named Jim)

Is this Banksy in a box? The concrete stands about 3 feet tall and is a lovely secret miniature amongst the larger art

Moth, with thanks to Nabokov…

Perhaps you came for the Now & Then, which, never fear, is just below. But a couple of days ago, I came across a moth the size of a mouse, in its final hours, resting in a doorway. What a gift of watchful shadow and light.

Leslie Howells fingers provide size reference

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“…And its wings…[were] developed to the limit set for them by God… There on the wall…was a great Attacus moth like those that fly birdlike around lamps in the Indian dusk. And then those thick wings, with a glazy eyespot on each and a purplish bloom dusting their hooked foretip, took a full breath under the impulse of tender, ravishing, almost human happiness.” –from ‘Christmas’ by Vladimir Nabokov

LaPush, December 30th

Morning on First Beach

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Rialto in the afternoon. A girl wearing an American flag dress; mom taking photos…

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James Island

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Rye (a shelter dog rescued by my sister-in-law) waiting for a skipped rock and a wave

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Looking north towards Hole in the Wall

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Back to First Beach for sunset and a fingernail moon

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A Visit to the Columbia

Thought I’d toss up a few photos of the Columbia Gorge for perusal and enjoyment.  This past week, we drove down to Maryhill and explored that section of the Columbia – but it was Thursday last, when most of the following photos were taken, that thunderheads chased us east, providing some dramatic photo ops.

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The West. Powerlines and barbed wire.
The West. Powerlines and barbed wire.
During inclement weather, the play of shadows and highlights in the Gorge
During inclement weather, the play of shadows and highlights in the Gorge
Heading up Interstate 97, just above the river. Wind turbines and farms co-exist.
Heading up Interstate 97, just above the river. Wind turbines and farms co-exist.
Flowers in the box canyons of Horse Thief Butte.
Flowers in the box canyons of Horse Thief Butte.
More from Horse Thief Butte, flowers and hieroglyphs
More from Horse Thief Butte, flowers and hieroglyphs
Shades of 'Maverick' on the Columbia - click to zoom in on this paddlewheeler.
Shades of ‘Maverick’ on the Columbia – click to zoom in on this paddlewheeler.
Big sky above the river
Big sky above the river
The railroad bridge near Wishram threatened by looming dark clouds
The railroad bridge near Wishram threatened by looming dark clouds
The Four Mountain viewpoint, where Paul's dad, the Very Reverend Theodore Dorpat would stop the car on family trips. Just a couple miles south of Goldendale
The Four Mountain viewpoint, where Paul’s dad, the Very Reverend Theodore Dorpat would stop the car on family trips. Just a couple miles south of Goldendale
A trail above the river leads into the lush hills - by summer the green will turn to gold
A trail above the river leads into the lush hills – by summer the green will turn to gold
Rainbow seen from I-90 just west of Ellensburg, Thursday evening
Rainbow seen from I-90 just west of Ellensburg, Thursday evening

In Memory of Dawn Sears

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John Owen of Pineola, who gave a stellar performance at yesterday’s Rogue’s Christmas show at Town Hall, remembers the great Dawn Sears:

“On December 11, 2014 one of the greatest singers who ever set foot on this planet left us. Dawn Sears was an unassuming, humble person who you could easily walk past without even noticing…unless she was singing. If she was singing, you couldn’t notice anything else. She could make every person in the room feel like she was singing directly to them and them alone. Dawn was best known as a member of The Time Jumpers and as a backup singer for Vince Gill.

“Here is a link to a YouTube clip of her performing Sweet Memories with Time Jumpers. This clip pairs Dawn with another great who passed on not long ago – John Hughey on pedal steel. Both Dawn and John left an amazing amount of beauty behind. Live fully.”