This young Vancouver family jogging at Olympic Village presented an "idyllic" scene. I smiled, waved and pointed at my camera. They smiled and acknowledged it was ok to take.
My grandparents came to Canada from Germany just before WWI to escape the political tensions there. He was a musician and a teacher there but gave that up - to be "free" in Canada. I inherited his accordion, one of the many instruments he played. The bible was my aunt's, given to her by my grandfather- a treasure handed to me when my dad passed away. I found the beautiful Easter Card and the sheets of Christmas Music tucked away in the bible.
Highway 101 near Boiler Bay, OR - torrential rain and winds up to 80 mph - It was weather and driving conditions I had never seen before, but fortunate that I didn't know how bad it really was. The wild waves made even crazier by the wind, were crashing up onto the highway at this point.
They tell me it was stormy at home while we were gone, but I beg to differ!!
The water was pushed through this narrow channel and then churned so vehemently, that it created a foamy substance which blew up onto the surrounding hillside like a child blowing bubbles. The rocks may be forbidding, but they are ruled by the ocean.
“A strong Pacific storm raced ashore Monday morning March 12, 2012 bringing wind gusts to nearly 90 mph along the Oregon coast line. By sunset Monday, near record setting snows were falling along nearly the entire coastline of Oregon including the the shoreline beaches.
Why did I take this? There is a symbolic co-existence of nature and our urban society and the planned interaction we have created; the appearance of surface beauty and the rampant addiction to it - turning to age and decay; cause and effect. I wonder what that package holds now? A Pandora's Box. The tones and textures are fascinating. Its taken just as I saw it.
