I took Luna down to the Crystal Lake sports fields this morning. As we walked, the dense mist swiftly yielded to the touch of sunlight filtering through branches and over the treetops. The Fields often carry the last mist of the morning in Corvallis. If the sky above the mist is clear and sunny we get an extended blue hour at ground level. It can be gorgeous but the light changes fast, requiring anything from 1/8th of a second to 1/2000 from moment to moment. It is worth the effort, and worth allowing my dog to wander a bit more …
March 7, 2024, 7:01 p.m.
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Leaburg Dam on the McKenzie River in Oregon
Fishing from the piers in Monterey and up the McKenzie River at the Leaburg dam are some of my few remaining childhood memories of time spent with my dad. At the dam we sat on the man-made outcroppings on the highway 126 side of the reservoir, or on the river banks near the picnic areas. We cast our lines into the shadows where we figured, incorrectly, fish hide from the sun. Between father and son it was a great way to waste an afternoon. We caught a few rainbow trout, even a …
Nov. 8, 2023, 4:52 p.m.
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A Quiet Writer from the Silent Generation
"Maybe the secret lies in tension between the music’s downstream flow and memory’s upstream longing, in the human heart’s resistance to the current that bears us always onward."My dad left a blog behind with 23 posts written between 2006 and 2014. In 2014 he stopped writing, though there are a few drafts after this in which he was learning how attach and upload pictures.
In the beginning, like all rookie journalists, he wrote dozens of pieces each week, several a day. As time passed and his career advanced he got to choose …
Nov. 8, 2023, 4:04 p.m.
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