Wasn’t there a creepy movie by that name? I love the fog, makes for great pictures.
Oops, forgot one. A little out of focus but I love the colors.
The last week of October I’ll be participating in the Coffin Hop Blog Tour facilitated and organized by Axel Howerton and RL Treadway. The Facebook group is here if you want to jump on this crazy train. I’m still not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do, but it will involve some sort of giveaway as part of a contest. This is my first time participating in one of these so right now I’m a little fuzzy on the details. The most likely prize will be a copy of my book, Revenants Abroad, which (if all goes according to plan) should release right around October 31. More details as I get them. Watch this space, and all that.
Remember that old joke:
Stress – (n.) The confusion created when the mind overrides the body’s basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it.
Well, my stress is partly that, but partly this:
When the desire to live on your own terms is subsumed by the demands of society to conform. When in your heart you’re a Bohemian gypsy
But you’re forced to be this:
How did this become the desirable norm?
We can’t all succeed at being her. And yet that is what I go to work and try to pretend to be every day.
There may yet be hope for my inner wild child
These are pictures of what’s being called the Scoggins Creek Fire, in Newberg by Hagg Lake. Hagg is a popular man-made lake used for recreation–fishing, swimming, boating, water-skiing, etc. Lots of picnic grounds. I rode my bike out there last summer.
Mandatory evacuations are underway, it’s burned well over 150 acres now. I got these pics on my way home from work today (I did stop to take most of these). I sure hope they get this under control quickly. It’s supposed to be near 90º tomorrow and Sunday which won’t help.
I haven’t done any kind of road trip in ages, so it felt really good to get out and head up to Mount St. Helens in Washington today. Do not believe Google Maps when it tells you it’s only a 90-minute drive. It took about three hours to get to the Johnston Ridge Observatory. I did make a couple of quick stops along the way, but not another 90 minutes worth. Anyway, herewith, a few of the better shots:
This one I left uncompressed, embiggen at your peril.
It was hot, but the wind up at Johnston Ridge made it feel quite comfortable. It’s a breathtaking drive on 504. The surrounding countryside is lush and thick with trees. I tried to get pictures of Silver Lake as I drove past but they didn’t turn out. It had been a long time since I’d been up there, and I’d forgotten how spectacular it is. The pictures don’t really give a sense of how enormous the mountain is. I heard someone say the rangers had spotted some elk below in the valley, but I couldn’t see them.