Monday, November 30, 2009
A father, his young daughter holding his hand, passed behind me.
"Daddy! Daddy! take a picture!" she said.
"Not now," he replied. "Too much fog. It would just be all white."
I took the picture for her. It was lovely...and not at all "just all white".
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Yellow leaf among the rocks at Lucerne Landing.
Moving ribbons of light reflected on the side of the Lady of the Lake.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
And "too late" may be defined variously. As in "too late" to make another trip down the switchbacks before an accumulation of snow on the road makes the trip impossible for a bicycle. Snow is forecast for the end of the week, and this time the days and nights have been cold enough to chill the ground. Therefore, there is a distinct possibility that snow will stay on the ground and begin to accumulate. And alas! I have neither chains nor snow tires!
But here I am, aboard the trusty bicycle that has "seen it all" over the course of the last year and a half. And yes, I am aboard and racing down the road, steering with one hand and taking pictures of my shadow, also on a bicycle, following along beside me. What can I say for myself? I was alone. There was no one there to chastise me, and I wanted to see if it could be done. There is the proof.
A mile down the road out of Holden going toward the lake, of course, there is a bridge over a creek (Ten-Mile, it is called...signifying that it is 10 miles up the road from Lake Chelan). It is at the bridge that I generally stop and adjust clothing...taking off what I deem to be too much or putting on a bit of extra clothing...usually hat or gloves. I always try to remember to turn around and look behind me. This is what I see as I leave. This is what I will see upon my return...by bus!..bicycle in the back.
The mountain peaks are retaining the snow that has fallen there over the past several weeks. The levels at which that is occurring continue to drop.