Saturday, February 25, 2012

Snow day 2012

Yay! Snow!

We woke up to an unexpected dusting of snow. It’s funny how sometimes they know the storm is coming, and talk about it all week, and then nothing happens, and other times you don’t hear anything and just wake up to snow!

Barclay knows how to enjoy snow…



Our neighbors have been hard at work tearing down the rusty old barn.

It will be nice to see it go. It’s not a cool old barn, it’s just an eyesore, and I wouldn’t trust it to house a horse without falling in on them.

Handsome Barclay!

I don’t want you to think I only take pictures of Barclay, but Navi just doesn’t hold still. She is constantly orbiting around me. She never stops running…




And when I do try to get a nice picture of her dirty little face after digging a hole, she can’t sit still long enough for that either!

And..she’s out of here!

See ya later, suckers!


A day at the beach


Last weekend Dave and I dropped the pooches off to spend the day with the other eskimos, and we headed for the beach. I would have liked to have taken the dogs, but Navi still gets car-sick, and a whole day of driving around would have just been cruel!

Our first stop was to swing by the Evergreen Aviation Museum in McMinneville, OR, because I had heard they had a 747 parked on top of a building.



Yeah, that’s kind of hard to miss!



What they’ve done is build an indoor waterpark next to the main museum, parked a 747 on top of it, and run the waterslide tubes through it. I have to admit, that’s a pretty awesome thing to do!



We continued our trip to the beach, and it pretty much looked like this the whole way…



But finally we got to the beach





It was windy, and stormy, and I had the ISO turned up too high on my camera (I forgot to check my manual settings) so all my pictures came our grainy Sad smile



But I needed the high ISO when we went to the Newport Aquarium. They have one of those tanks where you walk through tubes underwater. Love it!



My favorite exhibit is the jellyfish. I wish I could have an aquarium of jellyfish. They may not be as interactive or personable as fish, but they sure are relaxing to watch. I’m sure they’re very tricky to care for.





Oregon Sunshine, huh?Smile Perhaps it’s more uplifting in summer!



On the walk back to the parking lot there’s a lovely view across the estuary.



We headed down to the waterfront to see the sea lions, but there were only these two lounging on the dock.




And this guy sitting way out on a rocky outcrop in the harbor



We had our usual lunch at the Chowder Bowl, to-go, and ate it in the car parked at the beach overlook so we could enjoy the view. Then we headed home. It was a lovely, refreshing, rainy day in Newport, Oregon!

Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Jungle Book

No pictures today, I haven't had much time for photography lately. One thing I have been doing a lot of is reading. With a 45 minute bus ride before and after work, there's lots of reading time! One thing I have quickly discovered is that the classics are classic for a reason - many of them hold up just fine as excellent, entertaining reading, even a hundred or more years after they were written!

My favorites so far (in no particular order):
  • Jane Eyre (1847)
  • A Princess of Mars (1912)
  • The Jungle Book (1894)
  • War of the Worlds (1895)
  • Treasure Island  (1881)
  • anything with Sherlock Holmes (1887)

All available on Project Gutenberg for free!

I thought I would share this little piece of The Jungle Book. BTW, there's a lot more to this book than the Disney movie - especially the story of Riki Tiki Tavi - I have happy memories of watching the cartoon when I was a kid.

Here Mowgli has returned to the world of Man, and is put on herding duty with the other boys. I think this passage particularly shows why a well written book is such a joy, and a peek into another world, another life, described in such detail that it can make you hate to turn the page and leave it behind:

Then Mowgli picked out a shady place, and lay down and slept while
the buffaloes grazed round him. Herding in India is one of the laziest
things in the world. The cattle move and crunch, and lie down, and move
on again, and they do not even low. They only grunt, and the buffaloes
very seldom say anything, but get down into the muddy pools one after
another, and work their way into the mud till only their noses and
staring china-blue eyes show above the surface, and then they lie like
logs. The sun makes the rocks dance in the heat, and the herd children
hear one kite (never any more) whistling almost out of sight overhead,
and they know that if they died, or a cow died, that kite would sweep
down, and the next kite miles away would see him drop and follow, and
the next, and the next, and almost before they were dead there would be
a score of hungry kites come out of nowhere. Then they sleep and
wake and sleep again, and weave little baskets of dried grass and put
grasshoppers in them; or catch two praying mantises and make them fight;
or string a necklace of red and black jungle nuts; or watch a lizard
basking on a rock, or a snake hunting a frog near the wallows. Then they
sing long, long songs with odd native quavers at the end of them, and
the day seems longer than most people's whole lives, and perhaps they
make a mud castle with mud figures of men and horses and buffaloes, and
put reeds into the men's hands, and pretend that they are kings and the
figures are their armies, or that they are gods to be worshiped. Then
evening comes and the children call, and the buffaloes lumber up out of
the sticky mud with noises like gunshots going off one after the other,
and they all string across the gray plain back to the twinkling village