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A Beautiful Summer Day

Posted in odds and ends, Photography with tags , , , , on August 8, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

I’ve been busy with schoolwork the past few weeks, but I did get out for a short drive in the mountains around town the other day. Going down a favorite four wheel drive road, I turned left down a small road I’ve never taken before and came to this spot. Yes, it turned into a beautiful summer day for sure!

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Those Summer Dresses

Posted in Christianity with tags , , , , , on April 22, 2011 by Tim R Wilson

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I’m taking a beginning fiction class at KCC and here is my first “work.” Please feel free to leave any critiques so that I can improve!

Those Summer Dresses

Another rainy evening finds me sitting by the window.  I am watching the drops of water as they fall against the glass, the streaks of light as the streetlight shines brightly. The pane is cold to the touch; my fingers leave a small vapor from their trace.  There is the tinkling sound of wind chimes coming from the porch. My cat Izzy has somehow found a spot to curl up in on my shambolic bed and Charlie dog is snoozing in front of me with his chin on my feet. What is it about rainy days that make you feel alone?

On the table a small candle is burning sweetly in its light as it flickers slowly. I have a very warm cup of coffee, not so much because I need it, but because I love to feel its warmth in my hands as it flows into the coldness of my fingers. The TV is on atop the small wooden dresser with the sound off, and the stereo is playing this Coldplay tune. “Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.” I’m listening to music as it seems the only thing that relaxes me, for a while I don’t have to really think of anything. Glancing at the tube I can’t help but notice a cute young looking brunette actress, flouncing across the street in the rain, wearing a fluttering red and white flower print sundress. Damn. What is it about summer dresses that breathe their life into a lonely man’s soul?

Laying back in my overstuffed recliner, I recall sitting on a graffiti scared park bench, with the summer heat on my skin, and glorious treats filling the senses. The summer dresses would pass by; they would sway and voice their concerns to the playful wind. They would soak up the daylight and were worn like the sunshine itself. They would light up the world with their amazing colors of yellow, pink, green and white, dancing in the sun with the grass and wind. There is no music but I feel it flow through me and come alive. How many are hoping for someone to dance with? What is it about summer dresses that make a man want to get up dance? A smile cannot help but to cross my face …

Ah yes, I remember back in high school when I met an angel named Linda. She bought this dress, made of the lightest green with little white flowers all over. She wore it from dusk to dawn, sometimes for days at a time. She danced in it, drank in it, ate and slept in it. She sometimes did things we sure as hell didn’t want her Daddy to know about in it. It was a billowy, spaghetti strapped dress made of cotton that was perhaps a size or so too loose. She oh who she loved it!  Memories, drifting like feathers softly through my mind. Never will I forget Judy and that simple green dress!

I remember another one, a taller one, a clean sleeveless white, with ruffles down the side with a touch of lavender embroidery at the hem. I couldn’t help but to wonder if she is wearing anything under it. She still believed in magic, unicorns and fairies. It is so easy to imagine her, with perchance a small white headband to support her auburn hair streaked with grey, capering through the woods. She probably took a penny with her, or maybe a special quarter, hoping that perhaps that whatever she was wishing for would come true just a little bit faster. Everything about her seemed so childlike. “Dreams are priceless”, she said, and you can’t argue with that I suppose. For a moment the vision was perfect. Then again memories can make things that way.

I remember a third, a blue and white one, which would flare up about her knees when she spun around. I would see her by a massive oak tree, the one with the smooth little bench that was under it, writing about thoughts, desires and dreams. Oft times she would ask me to join her and the warm summer breeze would gently sweep leaves about us. The writing would stop so that she could take it all in. I look up to the sky, let my hands reach over my head and I feel the grass with my fingertips. Time would be delighted in looking at those lofty clouds, as free as the open air ourselves.  Sometimes you would kiss me; sometimes you would run your fingers through my hair. Sometimes we would sit there in silence. Silence with her was beautiful too. Eventually she would put her pencil to paper again, and the words came out evermore enchanting.

Even though it was only March, the end of March to be fair, but still March, she thought she would be optimistic about the weather and try for once to make an effort. Feeling a bit down it was decided that wearing her scruffy jeans, the first t-shirt on hand and washed-out grey hoodie, wasn’t going to make it yet again today.  This dress has never been worn before, not even on vacation, despite how much she loves it. It is cream colored sun dress with blue flowers, tight at the top and then floats outwards, the skirt part of it was gently ruffled to give it more shape. She also chose her thickest pair of black tights, it was March and it was pouring rain after all. Though still a bit edgy and kind of close to tears, (though probably no more so than usual), she tried her best to smile and be chirpy. Like the way she used to be. An acquaintance of hers does the same, acting as if she’s confident and happy and somehow it seemed to help. I have to wonder sometimes, how many people are acting? Sure some people thought that what this girl was wearing was daft, but there seemed to be a change. She didn’t particularly remember consciously being miserable, but the world around her seemed to become a lot sunnier.

Some people like to say that looks don’t matter, that they’re not important. I thought that as long as you are comfortable that’s all that mattered. But I think I may have to change my mind. It cheered me up a little to find that sometimes, when all hope seems lost, that a simple thing like dressing nicely can really cheer someone up, even me. What’s up with that? Obviously I’m not going to go and wear a dress now, though it may sound like fun in an odd sort of way, but I might try making an effort to look my dashing self someday and seeing what happens. But alas, today wasn’t that day …

The wind stands still, and clouds roll across the sky. I take a stroll outside, getting myself wet on purpose so that I could sit by the heater and look out the window. There was this itch to dance. The sky begins to darken, shadows seasoning underneath. Izzy and Charlie doze on. The rain continues to beat a tempo on the windowpane, though now appearing more soothing … calming. “Dreams are priceless”, she said. It sure does seem that way I reply.  I get up to and walked into the kitchen to ponder … What is it about summer dresses that breathe their life into a lonely man’s world?

Road Trip: Newberry Volcanic National Monument

Posted in Family, odds and ends, Photography with tags , , , , on September 29, 2009 by Tim R Wilson

It was hot and smokey here in Chiloquin, so my son Shay and I loaded up the car and headed out on another road trip! In Central Oregon, a little southeast of Bend, is a little known treasure called Newberry Crater. At some point in prehistory, the top of the mountain collapsed in on itself, leaving a large depression. Within this depression two lakes have formed, East Lake and Paulina Lake. And here is where we ended up …

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Paulina Creek Falls is located just west of Paulina Lake outside Newberry Crater. This double falls drops 60 feet onto the jumble of rocks below. The jumble of rocks is the result of the falls slowly eroding their way upstream. ( I imagine that eventually it’ll work its way upstream to Paulina Lake, then its bye bye lake. lol) The upper viewpoint overlooks the falls from the south side of the creek. The lower viewpoint is accessed via a quarter mile trail down to the creek below the falls.

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This early morning picture was taken at Big Obsidian Flow which was nearby.

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Here is Paulina Peak being reflected in Paulina Lake.

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Good ole Charlie Dog insisted on being in this shot!

It was an excellent adventure to get away from the smoke and there is still a lot more to explore here for sure!

Now where to go for our next road trip …

Beating the Heat at Spring Creek

Posted in Family, odds and ends, Photography with tags , , , on August 1, 2009 by Tim R Wilson

Time for yet another beat the heat mini road trip, this time with my son Shay. We drove around awhile before deciding on trying this place out about 7 miles from home! The campground has five campsites & a picnic area on the headwaters of Spring Creek in the Winema National Forest. Unfortunately the campground itself is in disrepair due to ‘thinning’ of tree’s, but a short jaunt outside the place gave us a primo spot right on the creek.

Spring Creek is an underground river that rises to the surface here. Oux-Kanee, the nearby overlook offers a view of the headwaters of Spring Creek & a sign to help you identify landmarks. On most days you can see raptors soaring just below the cliff!

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Wildflowers abound here at this time of year growing on the logs in the water and on the shoreline.

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Camping can’t be camping without a campfire right? This was our view of the creek right before cooking up some vittles! Methinks we found yet another “secret site”! Just 7 miles from home no less!

Dumpster Diving … A New Way to Beat The Heat?

Posted in humor, odds and ends with tags , , , , , on July 29, 2009 by Tim R Wilson

 

Its gonna be another hot day in the mountains (96! E-Gads!) … So this article caught my eye …

Dumpster Swimming Pools Make A Splash

NEW YORK (AP) — Some New Yorkers stuck in small apartments on a hot summer day have a new option: swimming in huge bins that once held trash.

The idea for the unlikely urban club came from David Belt, president of Macro Sea, a Manhattan design firm.

A contractor loaned him the three big metal bins and they were cleaned, lined with plastic and filled with water. Belt then rented an abandoned Brooklyn lot through the end of August.

And suddenly, he had himself three swimming pools, surrounded with lounge chairs, grills and a few cabanas.

It’s an experiment for now, not open to the public. Macro Sea is hosting private parties, film screenings and lectures at the trash bins-turned-into-pools.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/07/18/dumpster-swimming-pools-m_n_239408.html

I’m not so sure about this …

  

Tim