Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Kaneeta Bound

 
We made a quick decision to swing through the Warm Springs Indian Reserve on our way to Bend. When our children were young we spent a Spring Break here with my sister and her family at a resort called Kaneeta.  

 
This is dry and barren land. Last time we came here it was from the north through the mountains.

 
We found that there had been a devastating fire here earlier this year and thousands of acres were blackened and charred. It was also evident that a few houses were destroyed.

 
The fire raged right over this small stream and the road, but left the green shrubs growing on the banks.

 

 
I spotted my first abandoned barn/farmhouse. We found many more.

 
And an abandoned church.

 
The resort was open but was all but abandoned by tourists. We had a good time there, in the hot pools and on the golf course. It has a warmer climate than the surrounding land in the winter, and is sometimes referred to as the poor man's Palm Springs.

 
Then, heading to Bend, we crossed a massive lava field. It went on forever and was most interesting.





 
In the distance are the mountains known as the "Three Sisters".




 
There is a National Monument built at the top of the pass, commemorating the engineers and construction workers who first blazed a trail through this formidable territory. In the middle of the observatory is this brass directional indicator, telling the curious observer  which mountain is which.
As you can see by the photos, the weather was improving greatly.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Discovering Points South

 
September 14th found us heading south with only a vague agenda. We knew we wanted to explore the interior of the states of Washington and Oregon and with that in mind, got to points south quickly on the I5. First stop was the Woodburn Outlet Mall south of Portland to do a bit of shopping. There was time enough to dash to the coast, hoping to catch a nice sunset on the beach before heading back inland.

 
We have been to the Oregon coast countless times and have yet to see sunny skies over the water. Oh well, it is still beautiful and we knew it was going to be hot and dry where we were headed.

 
Lincoln City was our port of call for the first night and we had a difficult time finding accommodation, but finally did so. After a great breakfast at the "Pig and Pancake" we were off to seek some sunshine.

 
No luck in that department.

 
Tourist season seemed to be over as we were the only vehicle in the parking lot that morning.

 
This crow was not a bad omen for the rest of our trip, but it looked that way as I spotted him in my camera's viewfinder.

 
We walked to many beaches that morning, but soon tired of the misty rain and lack of sunshine so headed east at the first opportunity.

 
We soon had our wish, and as the temperature climbed, I was anxious to find a spot to change into something cooler. We drove off the road and saw not a soul at this dam reservoir. Blue sky, yellow sage brush, and warm sun. Now we were hopeful for a successful finish to what has been a great summer. Destination: Bend Oregon.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

A Little Garden Before I Return


We have been away on a little trip for the last week but managed to still find a few things to post while I was away. We are returning today, hopefully with a camera full of photos of Central Oregon and Washington state. 


These Pansies may or may not still be in our garden when we return. In any event, I have photos. 


These brilliant slashes of red have greeted us every time we look out of our kitchen window or sit our deck. We will be sorry to see them go when winter closes in. 


And, the wasps. We will not miss them as this has been a particularly bad year for these feared creatures. 


In a few days I will have had a chance to look at all the new photos and I will share them with you as I get them organised and enhanced in Lightroom. I will be munching on tree ripened apples as I do this, because we will have a truck load of them, just brought back from Keromeos. 

Friday, September 20, 2013

Still Not Good Enough


Is it a waste of time sitting in the garden waiting and watching for a Humming Bird so I can get a good photo? If it was all I did all summer, then the answer is yes, but I did it in snatches and also had a book in hand as I tried to wait out this nervous little creature. I would see him in the neighbor's plum tree, waiting for me to move away from his favourite flowers, just a few more feet. But I needed to get closer so it was a waiting game. 

Of course, a few times he hovered inches above my head and sucked nectar three feet away from me, but those were the times I had no camera with me. My last round of snaps resulted in quite a few photos, but they were still not what I wanted. This was the best of the bunch. 

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Classy


There is a long story behind this job. Sometimes we are in and out quickly, like the Ivy Wall job where I got the call on Monday, and hung the mural on Tuesday, got paid and was done. This job was the opposite. It would make a great blog post but I have to be careful as this blog is public. Let me just say that this was one spectacular home and we did a great, flawless job, the product was superb and went on nicely, but the customer had a problem. 


Maybe someday, I will tell all. If I posted photos of the rest of the house or the exterior, it would give it away and I would be in trouble. 


The house and wallpaper design was by one of the premier designers in town. I have done quite a few jobs for him now, including his own home,  and he says that in spite of the challenges with customer, he will continue to refer his clients to me. He confided that he had the same challenges. 
This was a beautiful paper to work with and it certainly looked expensive too. Too bad I will not be back to install more paper in this lovely home.  

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

A Bit Of Chinese Wallpaper


A while back, I posted "Birds of Paradise" and had one photo of this very expensive and unique wallpaper. I now have found a few more photos 


I would not recommend that a non-professional hang this paper. It had to be pre-trimmed and was very fragile once the paste was applied. The final look was just what the customer wanted and certainly was one of a kind . 


Sunday, September 15, 2013

A New Challenge



First panel



On a roll


Time for photo.





When I was asked to hang a mural last week, I had no idea that it would be a type and style of mural that I had never seen before, nor hung. In my many years of experience, I have only come across three wall coverings that I have not been able to hang. In fact, nobody would be able to hang them due to their poor quality and their inherent characteristics. This was a custom ordered photo mural, coming from a company in England. You send them your pattern choice and the dimensions of your wall and they custom manufacture the mural to fit your wall. The panels, in this case, are 50 inches wide and 8 ft. tall and come on a continuous roll. Each panel has to be trimmed to fit, overlapped, and then double cut on the pattern match to hide the seams. The end result was spectacular with no pattern repeat on the entire 21 ft. of wall. It truly looks like an ivy wall in a garden. After the 3rd panel I was 'onto it' and then it was just a matter of working quickly enough in the heat to keep the adhesive from drying too quickly. 


This is a professional decorator's studio, which she built in her garden. She has quite a reputation and is renowned for her website, blog, and expert advice on home decor, both inside and out. It was a pleasure working for her and it was rewarding to see her excitement as the ivy wall went up. Check out her website here . 

Friday, September 13, 2013

A Leap Forward


As you know, if you have been following this blog, I have become a little more enthusiastic about photography lately. It was time to kick things up a notch. One can purchase more and better equipment, or one can increase their knowledge, or one can invest in more post production software programs. There is a learning curve with new equipment and new software, but it can be worth the time and effort and expense if one is going to be serious about pursuing this hobby.
I got a smoking deal on the new Lightroom 5 photo editing program and I took the plunge. I would not have done this had I not had a resident teacher. Photo editing software is only intuitive once you know some of the basics of what is possible in the editing of a photo. I have had Photoshop Elements for some time now, actually two versions, but I never had a program that edits RAW files. A RAW file is type of photo that a good camera will take that contains a whole lot more information that a regular photo or JPEG. With more information on the actual image, one can coax more beauty or special effects out of what might look like a mundane photo. 
So far, I am just learning and experimenting, but the above photo was nothing to look at when I shot it. With all the various adjustments that are now at my fingertips. I am able to turn a sow's ear into a silk purse. Well, at least I think the photo is kind of cool. 

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Night Photography


I mentioned a while ago that I was being greatly inspired by a book on landscape photography that I received as a gift from my son. It was this inspiration along with new knowledge that aided me in taking some pretty good photos in Oroville a few weeks ago, which I posted on this blog. 
One of the types of photography that I have never seriously tried is shooting at night. Actually shooting after dark is OK but the really good opportunities happen just as the sky is about to become totally dark. 
I took advantage of the warm evening a few days ago and walked the few blocks to City Hall where there are some lit water fountains. I only took a few photos as the light faded much faster than I expected and it can take a while to set up a shot with the correct settings and a solid tripod mount. 
This was the best shot, with the Matsqui Centennial Auditorium in the background. When photography is no longer limited to daylight hours, the possibilities are endless and creativity can go in whole new direction. 
View large to see more detail. 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Done For Now


"Dust" is the final (for now) installment in the "Silo" series of science fiction novels by Hugh Howey. I have reviewed the previous books in this series so I will not get into the plot too thickly except to say that this story takes place in the future, the remnant of civilization is being held captive in very deep silos that are self-sustaining, and the facts of the whole matter are coming to light. This has been a very well orchestrated story, full of slowly emerging detail, and very real characters. "Dust" is a particularly good read as all the loose ends come together in a most satisfying way. 
I highly recommend that you start at the beginning and read the whole series. The science fiction, as fascinating as it is, is not the the guts of this story, but the characters and their thirst for knowledge and freedom are always in the forefront. And there is the ever present wonderment of what will happen next and why did that happen, and how on earth is this going to resolve itself. 
I cannot speak for the hard copies, but the e-version of this series is very inexpensive. Hugh Howey has done a smart thing by making his novel accessible to the price conscious buyer and in the process has garnered a huge following who cannot wait for his next installment or next book. I certainly am one of those. 

Overall (not individually) I give this story  5 stars. 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

A Friendly Neighbour

 
They say that good fences make good neighbours. Our back gardens are fenced but that does not prevent this cute and cuddly neighbour from making himself at home on our deck. There are a number of cats that roam and hunt among our flowerbeds and shrubs, but this guy just seems to be content to chill out on the rustic old park bench. I found him here under the dry shelter of our new deck roof with a downpour falling around him. He spent the whole day here.
We do not feed this creature, but he seems to come well fed and when hungry, goes back home for a while. The attraction at our house is definitely not the food. Maybe it is all the love he senses from the residents of his new found home. Haha.
 
Although I am not partial to cats, I can tolerate this fellow because he is quiet, clean, and makes no demands. Most important, he trusts me. When people and other things trust me, I come through. :)  So, he purrs, he rubs against my leg a little bit, and we get along just fine. He is old and I do not mind giving him some safety and security in his declining years. That is all I would ask too when I am old and looking for a warm  pillow covered bench to cozy up on.
Paying it forward.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Driven by Love

 
This book is classified as a thriller/mystery but it really is a love story. Roger and Lois are coming back from an anniversary dinner when they are involved in a horrific accident. By a quirk of fate, they are rushed to different hospitals, Lois being in a coma and Roger suffering from amnesia. But, he can remember his wife and how much he loves her. The story progresses through his desperate escape from the hospital, his trek through the city to piece together the mystery of where his wife is, and his quest to somehow get to her. Along the way he is inadvertently involved in some petty crimes as he is seen as a homeless person and is indeed being helped by bums and hobos. In the end, he is a few steps away from his beloved when tragedy hits. By this time he is a wanted man and the police believe he is armed and dangerous. The one person who can truly help him is minutes too late to do so.
 
Reading this story is a bit like wandering through the desert for days, yearning for a glass of water, and when it is within your grasp, it spills. Not a satisfying story at all, and I would say, overall, not well written. The author is trying too hard and his metaphors and word pictures are making me scratch my head as I re-read them. Fortunately it was a quick read because I like to finish what I start. I am afraid that this book is forgettable, with the only redeeming factor being the unquenchable love that a man can have for his wife. In this case, it is not enough.  
 
2 stars  

Friday, September 6, 2013

Missionaries

 
I am noticing a trend as I go for my walks in the Fishtrap Creek Park. There are a number of men, who usually go in two's, who corner walkers and get into discussions with them about faith issues. I hear snippets of conversation as I pass by them, and I see their tracts (Jehovah Witness Watch Tower magazines?) or their Bibles in their hands. So far, every time I have seen them, they have been too busy with someone else to pursue me. I am not afraid of them, nor afraid to get into a discussion with anyone about anything, I just wonder if it is appropriate. If I am on a one hour agenda to get my walk in and then get on with my day, I may have to appear to be rude to them and walk quickly away.
 
And then there is Monday morning. I was sitting under a small Gazebo at the north end of the lake, waiting for a small rain shower to pass, when I saw an elderly gentleman gingerly approaching my position. I have noticed that there is a courtesy with this particular spot, that when it is occupied, one just walks on by so as not to disturb the privacy and tranquility of that resting spot. He began with small talk and being a courteous person, I answered in kind. Soon he was sharing his faith with me, telling me of miraculous healings in his own body, his wife's healing from osteoarthritis, and his son's healing from sever mental retardation. As he is telling me this, he sets a New Testament down beside me on the bench. When he is done, I tell him that I too am believer and that I am thrilled to hear how God has gifted his family with healing. We had a short conversation about false teaching in the church, and then he quickly concluded the interaction, as if he was wasting his time with me. He bent down, picked up the testament, and was on his way.
He was a nice enough fellow, but I wonder how he is being received by others in the park who are just there for a pleasant walk. Maybe I am not missionary minded enough.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Death of Caesar

Ever since I read my first Conn Iggulden novel, I have been hooked. I read the existing Khan Dynasty novels and waited for more as they were published. Then I started the Emperor series and read them all. Now, this latest novel (5th) about the life and times of Julius Caesar has brought me up to date.
 
This is one good piece of historical fiction. Julius Caesar is murdered and the perfect plan to wrest Rome from the hands of a dictator goes sour almost immediately as Mark Anthony incites the people of Rome to riot over the incident.
What happens next is the reading of Caesar's will and the resultant rise of his adopted son Octavius to heights he had only dreamed of. The first order of business is to seek revenge against the many senators who had a hand in the plot. The intrigue and suspense is palpable as legions of Roman soldiers are pitted against each other, culminating in a massive battle that finds Brutus, Caesar's oldest and dearest friend, and murderer, in a predicament. Octavius, who has the loyal following of all of Rome behind him, has changed his name to Gaius Julius Caesar and begins a long and successful career in office as Rome's leader. He was later known as Caesar Augustus and was the Roman Emperor at the time when Christ was born.
One thing I really appreciate is the final notes at the end of the book where the author explains in detail how his timelines and characters differ from actual historical fact. He tends to stay fairly true to history, and this is what makes these novels so fascinating.
I am sorry I have finished reading it for the wait will be long  before there is more Roman history coming from Conn Iggulden. Mark Anthony meets Cleopatra right at the end of the novel. She has a 7 year old child in tow, fathered by Caesar, who should be the rightful heir, but Julius' will, drawn up before the birth of the boy, does not make mention of it. Historically, I know how Caesar Augustus handled it, but it will be a cracking good novel for sure.
 
4 1/2 stars

Monday, September 2, 2013

Bench Memorial

 
I struck out early this morning for a walk around the lake at Fishtrap. The sky was bright, but cloudy, and there was still a little moisture on the path as a shower had just passed through. I was enjoying the warm, yet fresh air and noting how the trees were undergoing a subtle change. The dry summer has stressed them and the leaves are falling prematurely, dry and crispy.
 
At the halfway mark, I thought I would sit at the next bench, around the bend, and just enjoy the calm and quiet of the early morning, with almost nobody else in the park. And there it was, a new bench! How convenient. I noticed immediately that there was a dedication plaque on the bench, and I was surprised to see a familiar name on it.
 
Mario was my dad's next door neighbour before dad went to the care home. He was a friendly and competent man who was the president of the strata council. Everyone knew and liked him. I got a call from him one day and he ended up contracting me to do some work in his suite. His wife told me of his health concern.
When he was a young man in the navy, and on shore leave in Hawaii, he was exhausted from overwork and his first day on the beach was spent sleeping. His friends covered him up to prevent him getting a sun burn, but failed to cover the soles of his feet.
His feet were so badly burnt he ended up in the hospital.
 
Now, in his early 60's, he was having bits of skin cancer removed from his feet on a monthly basis. It was a few months later that I met him while visiting my dad. He was walking with a prosthesis as he had just had his lower leg removed to prevent the cancer from spreading. He was in good spirits but told me that the cancer was not being held in check.
 
Fast forward to this morning, and I was sad for him and his wife. Strange how a seemingly innocent oversight in our younger years can take our life years later.
I only stopped for a moment at the bench, and walked on. I would sit at the next one, but have been thinking about Mario ever since.
 
 

Sunday, September 1, 2013

My Pastor's Book

 
Our time is Oroville was very laid back and relaxing with plenty of time for reading. "The Best Is Yet To Be" is a book I have been meaning to read ever since it was published, but waiting for it to come out on Kindle eBooks was more than I could endure. We brought a hard copy and I no longer had any excuses.
Vern Heidebrecht and his wife Carol were our pastor couple for many years at the church that we have been attending since 1986. He grew up in our town and then attended school elsewhere and started ministry in the USA. Coming to our church was a home-coming for both him and his wife.
The book is a chronicle of his growing up years and the experiences that influenced him in his world view and his conviction that his life would be in Christian Ministry. It goes on to list the various churches and cities he has influenced over the years, and accomplishments that, with God's help and leading, lead to his finale at North View Community Church. It mostly sounds familiar because I heard a lot of this material in his hundreds of sermons that I thoroughly enjoyed.
I found it interesting how he never turned down a challenge, was never satisfied with the status quo, and as a result had a lifetime of accomplishments and accolades.
Over riding all is his passion for proclaiming the gospel in all he does. 
He and his wife Carol are now retired and living in their childhood town, still in ministry and still fulfilling his mandate in life, which he does with this book. He battles Parkinson's with dignity and resolve, and still believes, as he has all his life,  that the best is yet to be.
4 stars