Monday, December 22, 2008

Some of my favorite photos


Each journey begins with a step. Japanese Gardens, Portland, OR.


Tranqulity; often found after tumbling through rocks and hard places.



Koi fish. Japanese Garden, Portland, OR.



That seagull almost got bowled over by the waves.


Sunset at Cape Arago, Charleston, OR.


Sunset at Cape Arago, Charleston, OR.


Waterfont Willamette River, Portland, OR.


Sunset Near Umpqua Lighthouse, Winchester Bay, OR.


Breakfast with my brother in Anchorage, AK. Fun times...


Sometimes Mother Earth just gives you the most amazing frame. Outside of Anchorage, AK.


Beavers with a great view. Outside of Anchorage, AK.


Reflections. Simply breathtaking. Outside Anchorage, AK.

Gray Days Crystal Nights

The nights turn cool, chilly, with a sharpness that penetrates. The days grow short. Night envelopes more than its fair share. The once vibrantly colored leaves now brown, trodden, mudlike. Fat little bushtits fluff up and shiver, chirping out their protest to those passersby that will listen. Squirrels race, as if frantically searching, and nibble on strips of bark. They chatter, too, at passersby, but more like the grumpy old men in those too familiar stories. There are a few straggling wooly bears scrambling to find warmth, and the occassional hop of a frog after a deceptively warm rain. Otherwise it is quiet. It is winter.

Winter brings solace, necessary insulation, and sometimes a sense of loss; color gone from the landscape, warmth gone from the air, sounds gone from the winds. Misunderstanding. Winter is a time of rest and rejuvenation. This is the time to delve inward and heal. Storage for winter, hibernation, and slowed pace all participate in the healing of self. Solace allows for self reflection, so much harder to do when the world around you is a sensual feast. Insulation helps to retain the solace, to ensure the space necessary for the process. The loss; simply helps to make those things we miss in their absence that much more wonderful on their return. Cycles and Seasons.Embrace this winter. Take the time to heal. When spring comes back again your work will be rewarded. All things grow better in clean cultivated soils. Weeds are easier to pull in winter. Get in there and weed. Peace and health be with you.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Passions


A little about me. There’s too much to just put into black type on a page. I grew up on the Oregon Coast. Days spent sleuthing the tide pools for cool finds. My favorites were the sea urchins, Spiny dark purple koosh balls. Does anyone even remember the koosh ball? I love the ocean: The salty sea air, the sticky mist, the sound of the waves falling onto the beach, or lapping at the shore, the cries of the seagulls claiming foodstuffs like small children wanting to be first at snack. The little crabs were always of interest, carrying their worldly belongings on their backs, always on the lookout for the next best shell to call home, even if that means deposing of the current tenant. Anemones. I think that I may have been in a past life, or perhaps still am one. An anemone is beautiful; Simple clear colors, not a whole lot of flash, just enough to get your attention. An interesting little response is to that of harsh touch, the anemone retreats, sucking into herself, hiding all of its color and frills. Don’t look at me. One may also look at this bit of physiology and say that it really is that the anemone lures her prey in with pretty colors and then sucks them into oblivion, that little belly button in the center. Maybe. Of course I do not like to think of myself that way, but I am the anemone. So, you really don’t know that much more about me than you did on sentence one, except that I ramble on about sea life.


Passions. Much more interesting. This is where imagination and life can mingle. I have a passion for food. Good food, shared with friends, laughs, music, and a little flair. I think one of the main reasons I like food so much is that I can transport to another time or another place. If you want to know a people, eat with them. Want to experience Thailand? My favorite is a bright Jade Curry with fresh Thai basil thrown in just at the end. Peppery, crisp, clean, and a shock of green on top of, and mingled in with the melting bouquet of florals, spices, and sweet coconut milk. France, lemon and thyme seem to show up a lot, along with veggies and fruits, savory cheeses and of course wine. Italy. What other country, besides maybe Greece, may be as voluptuous as Italy. The tomatoes speak for themselves. Succulent, full figured and heavy, with the slightest bit of give, and the most intoxicating aroma. Sliced, lain with fresh basil and a swirl of thick balsamic syrup. What could be better or more simple. Food is not about how many chemicals or stabilizers we can get into a it and still have it taste the same months down the road, which it never does. Food is about tasting a moment, seizing an essence, or capturing a region’s Terre in one tiny morsel. Can you taste the rain, the hillside where the sheep grazed, or the sun beating down on the tomato? When you can it is simply an amazing transformative experience. Unadulterated food is by far the best. The less one does with their food, the better.
Another passion is my children. Watching them grow up and learn, experiencing things from the mundane to the miraculous. Such a privilege. I love to see them grasp their lives with both fists and hang on for the ride. Finger painting is more fun when you use your whole arm. Imaginary sword bearing monsters are everywhere, including the aisles of our favorite grocery stores, book stores, and even at the library. There isn’t anyone in this world that doesn’t like to hear beautiful songs sung at all times, in all venues. And, aren’t all things that might possibly have a hand hold meant for climbing on? Lessons I have learned from my children.
Photography. Another passion. I just love to take photographs. Snapshots of a frame. Memories, both impromptu and slightly fabricated, posing and all. Nature shots, how best to frame that one little square of visual so that anyone else could see the same beauty that I see in that split second. They are never quite as perfect as the whole experience, but they are a hell of a lot of fun.
The best thing about passion is it’s best when you share it. So here ya go!

Roasted Asparagus
1 bunch asparagus washed, tough ends removed
2 TBS Olive oil
Sea salt to taste
Oven to 425 degrees F
Toss the asparagus spears with olive oil, put into an oven safe dish, like a sheet pan or a 9X13 pyrex, and sprinkle with some salt, just enough to make them sparkle a little(1/4-1/2 tsp). Put this into 425 degree oven and roast for 15-20 minutes, until tender and smelling fully of asparagus. Be careful not to overcook them, which can happen if the spears are thin. Some brown but not too dark is what you’re aiming for. Enjoy these alone like French fries, floppy yes, but that’s how they get eaten most of the time for me, or you can make an aoli to serve them with.

Smiles,
Anna