GEOLOGIC TIME

DRY CREEK FALLS HIKE

I'M NOT MOTHER TERESA

APE CANYON TRAIL
Water has been falling out of the sky continuously now for …I don’t know…maybe a hundred forty two thousand days (or maybe it just seems like it).

Blur (noun) 1. fuzzy or unclear image
Something that cannot be seen clearly, e.g. because it moves too quickly or because it is not distinctly remembered -Encarta Dictionary-Eyes don’t see like cameras do.Sure, there are some similarities, but compared to the conservative monocular mechanical vision of a camera, my eyes do something radically different as they dart around a landscape like hungry chickens pecking the ground in search of premium chicken scratch.Little by little (despite some glaring but hidden blind spots) significant details are added to a simulation of the world that ru

My Transcendent Vision at Netarts Bay
My brother Fred, Lance the authentic outdoorsman, Eric (expert at interpreting Boston accents), and I stood in the sand at the edge of Netarts Bay. Across the bay, the Netarts peninsula gleamed enticingly through the cool, hazy exhalation of the ocean. We had heard that the peninsula (a spit really) was a promised land of clams and crabs and we all carried shell fish licenses, shovels, rakes and collectively, a crab pot.Standing on the shore, we could feel the ocean in the act of respiration, breathing in and out with great twelve hour breaths. It had been breathing in all morning, filling its great watery lung to capacity, and now at last the ebbing tide slackened, was quiet an