Blood Moon: Part 2

We reached the clear-cut and thankfully there was no fog. The view of Sequim Bay and the Strait of Juan de Fuca was remarkable. Navy blue clothed the foothills to our west and northwest, turning the dark green forestlands into opaque silhouettes against the fading cobalt sky. Twinkling lights from rural farms and John Wayne Marina made the lowlands look as if eastern fireflies were visiting wee folk down below. But I was the driver and my job was to keep us on the road. “Wow, this is beautiful,” commented our friend. I turned the headlights on once we reached … Continue reading Blood Moon: Part 2

Blood Moon: Part 1

I brought up the idea to go out and witness the Super Blood Moon to my husband early in the afternoon. He’s not one to stay up and watch things like auroras or eclipses because he gets up so early and these things too often take place during the wee morning hours but, because this was to be an early event, even though he’d miss a football game, he said, “I’ll think about it. But why can’t we watch it from here?” “We won’t be able to watch it from here because the moon won’t rise above the mountain until … Continue reading Blood Moon: Part 1

The Rosie Dog Story

This story is dedicated to a teacher (of Spanish,) traveler, and blogger, Deirdre, of Amble On Tours. Although I took two years of Spanish in high school, I never was able to grasp the language for everyday use. I respect not only her skills, but her ability to pass them on to her students. The ability to communicate is paramount. Yet, sometimes rudimentary skills and our sense of community are all we have. June 6, 2003; revised July 20, 2015 We live in the country directly across the street from a main logging road. Every weekend many people like us … Continue reading The Rosie Dog Story

We are Characters within Our Tales

I’m feeling a little mischievous. I arrived home from teaching my Life Stories class, took the dog for a “break,” ate lunch, and sat down here to scope out what assignments come next and what other bloggers might have said and done in my absence. Here on WordPress, a lot can happen in a short amount of time and this afternoon was no exception. Maybe it was the sandwich I ate or the breeze that’s cooling things down but I’m feeling feisty. Yet, if I’m honest,  I suspect my attitude comes from giving the Life Stories class. Today I spoke … Continue reading We are Characters within Our Tales

Photo 101: Day 3–Legend of Storm King

Assignment Day Three: Water & Orientation We have different relationships to and stories about water: how it has saved or defeated us. How it reminds us of family vacations, outdoor adventures, or the hot summers of our childhood. How it might symbolize a place we’ve left behind, or a location we dream to go. How will you interpret this theme? How can you tell a story with water? Legend of Storm King The above photo features one of the most beautiful spots in the world, Lake Crescent and the mysterious Olympic Mountains.  Legends and supported tales abound about this place, … Continue reading Photo 101: Day 3–Legend of Storm King

Home Equals Adventure: Part 1

This is for the first assignment in the Photo 101 course here on WordPress. Photo 101 Assignment: Home is elusive. When we think about this word, we might picture different physical locations. And while home is often found on a map, it can also be less tangible: a loved one, a state of mind. . . . What does home look like or mean to you? Share an image in a new post. I have no idea what I’ll learn about photography but look forward to the unknown. June 1988 Clouds and heavy mist hung over the northern Olympic Peninsula, … Continue reading Home Equals Adventure: Part 1

Cougar Tales Part Two

Grandpa Stuart’s Cougar Tales as told by Grandma Williams (my mom,) and me During the years my mom was growing up, not only did Grandpa Stuart, her daddy, work for Pepsi Cola, have two bands, (The Sagebrush Rambler’s and Tommy Stuart’s Lucky Five,) and his own radio program, he also had the only sawmill in Twin Falls, Idaho for many years. He bought the sawmill with the money he had saved from working for Pepsi when my mom was about 13 or 14. He’d go up with some other men, log, and bring the timber back down to Twin to … Continue reading Cougar Tales Part Two

Gitchie Goomie

Gitchie Goomie by Lenee Cobb This story is an excerpt of Moonwalks and Unknowns. Port Williams Beach 1991 Tonight the moon is full and I cannot sleep. It is so beautiful and inviting outside. Time to hunt or hide. Time to ponder upon the ancients. Manganese blues, crystal stars, and unicorns. When youth is restored through wonder, and age is measured in memory. The thrill of being alive to wonder. The dare of present Unknowns. It is early spring. I am thirty-four and my brother Tom has come to visit. Port Williams Beach lies on the western shores of Sequim … Continue reading Gitchie Goomie

If You Miss the Train I’m On

If You Miss the Train I’m On By Lenee Cobb You will know that I am gone; you can hear the whistle blow 500 miles. I sit outside on the patio at my parent’s condominium in Lakewood in the wee hours of the morning crying. It is raining softly. Daddy is now 84. Mom is a few years younger. Daddy had a stroke last month and mom had one last week. It is summertime and their window is open above the patio. I can hear them snoring comfortably through it. After all the years of rambling around the country, my … Continue reading If You Miss the Train I’m On