Another favorite sight of the season

The photo, altered at Picnik. I took it on December 17, after work. Pioneer Courthouse, a bright moon overhead, and lots of folks waiting for the MAX.


The original photo.

Our short Ester Lee interlude, there on Sunday

I'm settled, on the concrete patio in front of our cottage, my rear in one plastic Adirondack, my feet in the other. It didn't take too long to let Mama out at the office end of the row to make her way to our door on her walker, then get Duncan and our stuff out of the Buick and down the 17 stairs to our door. It did take four trips, thus shortly thereafter I'm settled as you see here. In the background,the white is foam from waves, the lower blue is the Pacific Ocean, and the rest of the blue is the huge sky. You can tell from this photo that our cottage is atop a bluff.


Yep, that's my gray hair despite the fact that along my forehead it surely resembles someone's hairpiece. As I took this photo, the wind whipped around the chair, making me think any minute I'd have to zip the sweatshirt.


I'm smiling because I have zipped the sweatshirt and pulled up the hood, blocking some of the chilly wind so that I can remain outside in the glorious sun.


Gave up and tied the hood tightly. I managed to stay outside a total of 22 minutes.


Mama's settled inside the cottage, her walker doing duty as the leg-extension part of a make-shift recliner. She's got her crossword puzzle in her lap and her pencil in her left hand. With the bright sunlight streaming through the windows, she decided to keep her sunglasses on--otherwise she'd have had to shut the blinds and then miss the view. Can't do that when one is at the coast!


Duncan's settled on the fold-out couch.


Hours later at sunset.


The moon, high above the Pacific--lovely.

Early Morning Singing Song

How many times have you walked into where you work and been blinded for a second by light from an entirely unknown source? My first thought Oct. 26, just before 8 a.m., "Is that the sun?" Yep. I took these photos Oct. 26, just before 8 a.m. In the forefront you see the lit silhouettes of pampas grass growing on the rooftop garden. Above the brilliant reflection you see the moon which set behind the buildings moments after I took these photos.



To paraphrase "Good Morning, Starshine" from "Hair" --

Good morning sunshine.
Portland says hello.
You shine above us.
We shine below.

Good morning moonset.
You're saying so long,
Even though you're not gone yet.
Our early morning singing song.