amid all this
steve jobs

I am thinking of Steve Jobs’ commencement speech at Stanford. There was so much meat in that speech, but I always return to the serendipitous calligraphy class. Every computer, tablet, smartphone, personal electronic device’s screen appearance was influenced in some way by that class. He said it had no practical application at the time, and yet, it was deeply instrumental later. Here’s a link to that speech:  bit.ly/qPO6yU.

npr:

RIP, Steve Jobs.

In the 1990s I covered environment and ecology on the Olympic Peninsula and wrote about the early days of the Elwha Dam removal proposal. Back then, some doubted it would ever happen. My granddad used to tell tales of what the Elwha was like before dams, and his father recalled fishing the river. Salmon are a huge part of the culture and ecosystem of the Olympic Peninsula. Lynda Mapes does a nice job and Ringman’s photos and video are excellent. Worth watching

Little one does the Puyallup

My 3-year-old granddaughter had her first Fisher’s scone today and visited the Puyallup Fair with her mother. We knew she’d been in the barns because as she rode with her father toward a weekend with her step-siblings she would call out now and again, “horse coming through,” the standard cry in the barns when 4-H and FFA members head in and out.

Her father and her aunties competed many times at that fair.

woodendreams:

(by halina-anna)

Happy first day of autumn.

woodendreams:

(by halina-anna)

Happy first day of autumn.

Rain in the Burg

We’ve had a steady Seattle-like rain in Williamsburg, and the cool temperatures that often go with.I have the windows open and kept the balcony door open as well much of the afternoon to catch the fresh air. Heaven after weeks of air-conditioning.

Lovely to walk the dog in the fine drizzle this morning. It was a one-towel walk.

In the afternoon, he picked his way through puddles and nosed droplets off leaves and grass blades.

almost fall

This morning felt like fall. You can see threads of rose and gold in the trees. The deep green of summer is fading. The grass is damp with dew when Gid and I walk in the mornings. Geese V overhead at dawn and dusk, and the heron is back on the pond. Almost time to make applesauce and pumpkin bread.

moorehn:

Jazz for Cows. Wonderful.

Love this. Where were the jazz musicians when we had cows in the farmhouse fields?

The grandchildren on their swing/play set in the backyard of the family farmhouse on the Olympic Peninsula. The littlest one seems a little uncertain about the monkeyshines going on around her

The grandchildren on their swing/play set in the backyard of the family farmhouse on the Olympic Peninsula. The littlest one seems a little uncertain about the monkeyshines going on around her

late summer harvest

Harvesting basil for pesto today. Making a peach-blackberry rustic tart for tonight’s dessert. Love the bounty of late summer.

"The very act of storytelling is an act of hope" ~ Alex Kotlowitz
Newest photo of my youngest grandchild. Love the teeny pigtails and the giant smile.

Newest photo of my youngest grandchild. Love the teeny pigtails and the giant smile.

moorehn:

“No pressure” is not a term one usually associates with the Catholic church.

Love this.

moorehn:

“No pressure” is not a term one usually associates with the Catholic church.

Love this.