My American Landscape LV

In spite of the mill era’s end. Perhaps because of the end. The change from a resource based economy, to a diverse, service and innovation economy, Bellingham thrives. It thrives because of it’s economic engines. And it’s locale. People simply want to be near the water.

My American Landscape LIV

Our Imagination, Or Our Ghost Ghosts rise each nightUnless it is winterWinter, the longest night They come wrapped in sheetsSheets to define and protect The beauty of the dayShrouded by the winters’ night Roses aslee, the ghosts The ghosts of last summerSweet fragranceDappled colors Our senses awaitFor the ghost of summer

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The buildings developed and built were decorated by the best money could buy. Sandstone, carved and finished in Mexico, marble from Italy and granite from the East Coast. (Old Seattle is similar. Just different tycoons. Lumber, Coal, Salmon.) The brick and stone work create landscapes of contrasting visuals. As well as visual curiosities and questions that can only be answered by some of our most studied historians.

My American Landscape LII

Representation and Interpretation. Visioned and In-visioned. I digress. My point is they are producers of fine work and art that they enjoy sharing in a timely fashion.

My American Landscape LI

Fretting – the great parallelizer So. There are a couple of posts that have stalled me. I have come to the conclusion that I should put them aside. Not forever, just for the moment. Instead, I will share an image or two from recent journeys. One from the ‘high-valley’ of the Inland Pacific Northwest and…

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The ‘back-roads’ of Washington Two lane roads wander all through the Northwest Inland Empire. Unlike the Interstate Highways these roads are the veins that support much of the agricultural activities of Washington State. More on this in another post. Mostly I wanted to chat about the following. They also provide the less hurried traveler a…

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A Year of Snow and Cold (for we in the Inland Northwest) Almost a year ago we were already several weeks into our ‘winter wonderland’. This post is being written during the last week/first week of December. We had a few days of snow in the middle of October. My response – “I am not…

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  Floating Somewhere Between Here and There Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be so small that no person knows of your existence? Has that same wonder placed you back in the womb of your mother? Imagine the sounds, the sights, the gentle jouncy of rhythmic movements. The gentle rising and…

My American Landscape XLV

Pacific harbor seals – ‘The Dogs of the Sea” Pacific harbor seals have spotted coats in a variety of shades from white or silver-gray to black or dark brown. They reach five to six feet (1.7-1.9 m) in length and weigh up to 300 pounds (140 kg). Males are slightly larger than females. They are…

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Wood and Steel: When the camera has a mind of its own This post is dedicated to my fellow photographers, creatives, writers, journalists, and lovers of life. It is with admiration that I watch you live your lives as contributors to our understanding of our life on our precious blue orb. Floating in our existence,…

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Reflections of Fibonacci Water, sand, sky and clouds. Leonardo Bonacci, Leonardo of Pisa, Leonardo Pisano Bigollo, or Leonardo Fibonacci, had to have been a beach child. Nope. Pretty sure the only time he spent near water was with the merchants of the Mediterranean where he learned, refined and defined the Hindu-Arabic form of mathematics. One…