Coming up on the Purple Stripe on the way back from Silverton last night

Turns out to be California Poppies and still unknown purple flower

being grown for seed...

Old Fireplace Grill

Doe outside my office window this morning

Meadow at Silver Falls S.P. in the morning

Bridge in the Park

One of the many Myrtlewood Tables carved from two massive logs during the CCC era.

Myrtlewood is also known as California Bay Laurel .

Inside the historic South Falls Lodge

built by the CCC in 1941

Another picture of the CCC Combination Building at SFSP

Part of the remnants of when the ocean was here millions of years ago.

This is in a CCC built fireplace.

Looking out my office window towards the courtyard

If you realized how powerful your thoughts are, you would never think a negative thought.

Peace Pilgrim

Over South Falls dropoff

Trees downstream of South Falls

Looking towards South Falls from above

Leaves on South Fork of Silver Creek

Bridge above South Falls

Norton Buffalo

September 28, 1951-October 30, 2009

I had no idea that Norton Buffalo had died last fall. He is my all time favorite Harmonica player . I was lucky to have seen him at The Strawberry Bluegrass Festival in Camp Mather, California in the Fall of 1991. I will never forget him leaving the stage and walking through the audience playing his magic to us all. Viva Norton Buffalo!

Wow, yet another amazing Libra musician. Go figure.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy;

they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

Marcel Proust

For as long as I can remember, anytime that I have lived (or visited) near a river, on the shores of Lake Erie or on the Pacific Ocean, I have enjoyed the meditative art of stacking and balancing rocks. I had seen them as Cairns in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, in the middle of the desert near Zion in Utah and on the banks of the Middle Fork of the Little River in the Great Smoky Mountains. A few months ago I read (somewhere) that stacks of rocks have been used for aeons to honor the dead and/ or mark a path or trail of a journey.

A few days ago I found these chunks of basalt in one of the maintenance yards here.

Basalt is a wonderful medium (of a rock ) to balance. Above are a few of my little towers.

The Copleys of Morocco!

I know some of their cousins in Ohio!

These cool cave houses were on a thing via Yahoo called The Daily Green Blog. I could definitely live in a cave too!