A Pictorial Pause

The quiet calm Sunday has been balm to my health, mind, and spirit.

The upcoming days are strung together by the business of the season we’re entering. Rather than think on all that needs attention these next two weeks it seems good to close the day with some quiet pictures taken during one morning walk this past mid-August.




Do you see the road leading onto the bridge at the lower left of this picture?DSC09953

This bridge leads directly into our little village. One would scarcely know there is a town just beyond the foreground trees. It’s nestled into a small valley where Butte Creek ends its descent from the Cascade Mountains and begins flowing into the broad Willamette Valley.

It was such a dry summer here that the foliage prematurely browned and the creek became alarmingly dry. We’ve had some good rains earlier in November and the snow is starting to be replenished on the mountains.DSC00004

I’m so very thankful for all the quiet beauty all around us!


Author: Wanda J

I never dreamed my life would be entangled with fiber and the tools used to produce fibery items. When I bought a boat shuttle used in weaving Ed looked at it, decided to make a better one and the rest is history. For a decade he made shuttles, crochet hooks, knitting needles, until his spindles became so popular that he had to devote his time to making them, as well as Walking Wheels. Free time is spent reading, trying to coax food from the ground, and playing in the creek near our place. I love long walks and camping far from crowds. Playing a fiddle beside a stream or with good friends brings sweetness to my soul. Sundays are set aside for worshiping God with our small Quaker meeting.

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