Beauty in Unlikely Places, Pondering, Rambling, Vacation

PNW Part 12 (Sol Duc Falls)

This is the final post in my Summer Vacation 2013 Chronicle, so forgive me if I get a little verklempt.  Maybe it’s because I’m listening to some tragically beautiful tunes (think Ellie Goulding, Ed Sheeran, The National), or maybe I’m just sad at having to say “goodbye” (in a way) to one of the most hauntingly beautiful places I’ve ever visited.

I wouldn’t use the word “magnificent” to describe Sol Duc Falls.  I’ve not been to Niagara or Angel or Iguazu Falls, but I know they are so large that you can’t get near them without being overwhelmed by their power and majesty.  You could feel the falls here, but you could also walk over the top of them without being literally blown away.  They were peaceful, beautiful, and accessible.  You could hear the roar, feel the spray; it felt very personal.

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At the top of the falls, my kids played on the rocks that I took the picture above from.


Also? I’ve always wanted to use my fish-eye lens to take a picture like this:_NLG0880Yes, I lay down in the middle of the trail to get this photo and yes, people looked at me like I was cray-cray.  But did I care? Nope.  It was worth it to be able to cross that off my photo bucket list.

Of course there was more beauty to find along the trail on the way to and from the falls.  Here’s my favorite, but you can find more by clicking on the gallery below.



Patience, Soul Candy

I was looking over some old photos, and as I came across the one below, I remembered how long I waited to get that shot.   (Well, I don’t remember how long exactly, just that it was a lonnng time.)  I was standing at the Place de la Concorde looking toward the Champs-Élysées, and I noticed the beauty of the trees with their leaves in various stages of autumn’s change.  Cars kept zooming around that busy circle, and I knew it wouldn’t do to crop out the sidewalk and the lampposts.  So I waited…and waited for a lull in traffic.  My patience was rewarded with this:


Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul.  ~ Francis Bacon

One of the reasons that I am well-suited to traveling alone is because I will wait as long as it takes to get the shot I want.  I have only found a couple of other people to whom I can say, “Hold up a minute” without feeling that I’m inconveniencing them.  It seems that a lot of people have their eye constantly on the next item to check off their list, the next “thing” to obtain.  I myself am more interested in the journey of attaining the “thing”, while leaving room for wonderful discoveries along the way.

Because of photography, I find that I am much more aware of details, and therefore more present in the moments of my life.  Photography to me is not a distraction from the events around me, but an active participation in them.  Oftentimes, that calls for the putting away of my own agenda and responding with patience to the call of the now.



Thanksgiving 2012 was spent at my grandparents’ house, the only constant home I’ve ever known.  The trees were planted when the house was built over 50 years ago, and the swingset not long after.  I have created over 30 years of memories here.  This is the earth and the sky of my youth.

To see more photos, please visit my gallery.