Tepee Geometry

Fine geometric lines in the framework of the lodge.

Sunday's Psalm--Thirteenth Sunday of Ordinary Time

You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Keep me, O God, for in you I take refuge;
I say to the LORD, “My Lord are you.

O LORD, my allotted portion and my cup,
you it is who hold fast my lot.”

You are my inheritance, O Lord.

I bless the LORD who counsels me;
even in the night my heart exhorts me.

I set the LORD ever before me;
with him at my right hand I shall not be disturbed.

You are my inheritance, O Lord.

Therefore my heart is glad and my soul rejoices,
my body, too, abides in confidence

because you will not abandon my soul to the netherworld,
nor will you suffer your faithful one to undergo corruption.

You are my inheritance, O Lord.

You will show me the path to life,



fullness of joys in your presence,



the delights at your right hand forever.










You are my inheritance, O Lord.

from Psalm 16

Photos:
pond scene at River Park in Leavenworth WA
sunset at Goose Lake on Oregon Califonia statelin
ducks at Potter's Marsh AK
Eastside Trail, Mt. Rainier National Park WA

Tepee SkyWatch and Reflection

We met the kids at Tamastlikt Cultural Institute to visit the museum. The outdoor exhibit featured examples of dwelling construction over many centuries. This one was a below ground  living area. The Tepee frame would be covered with tightly woven willows.

From the other side it was reflected in the museum windows.

Different types of dwellings met the needs of the people at different times and in different circumstances.

This reminds me of the summer lodge of the Yakamas. The Tamastlikt Museum is operated by the Confederated Tribes of the Cayuse, Umatilla, and Walla Walla. The boys noted common images and themes from the tribes they study in Arizona, and we saw patterns similar to those we saw in Alaska and British Columbia. It is good to recognize those connections among all people.

A group of young people were doing beadwork in the outdoor area. One of the boys expressed interest in trying some beadwork, so I will be looking for some simple patterns and instructions, as well as some more beads and supplies for our camping trip with all the kids next week.

SkyWatch sights will be found at the dedicated SkyWatch site, and Weekend Reflections at James's Newtown Daily Photo.

At Work on Thursday

One wonders if it is a cushy job--out in the open, clip clopping up and down the streets, no stress no worries? Or not? Could it possibly get boring just as an office job might? I think, actually, it very much depends on the person. If you love your job, it doesn't much matter how it looks to others.

ABC Wednesday--W

A building reflection, a rose, some chickens, two different bridges, flowers wild and cultivated, an impressionistic pond.

What have these to do with W?

All side benefits of WALKING.

W is for WALKING.

ABC Wednesday is here.

White Pelicans Summer in My World

They arrive on the Yakima River sometime in March each year and are gone some time in the Fall. When I commuted, I generally would not see them early in the morning--I think they are late risers. But along about nine or ten o'clock if you would be going along the river, you might see them flying in formation--two, five or ten. Rarely solitary, they seem to prefer the society of the flock. On my commute home I might see them already settling for the night--again in groups.

On our return trip from Leavenworth Sunday afternoon we found this flock in the Yakima River Canyon between Ellensburg and Yakima and stopped for a good look. I've never seen so many at once--Linda counted seventy and I had estimated about the same but was too busy with the camera to do a detailed count. (I guess they are standing still for us now, so you can check our accuracy if you wish.)

What's happening in your part of the world today?

Visit My World today.

Odd Golfer

We followed him a ways as he seemed determined on his route.

He was apparently late for his tee time.

We couldn't go farther as we hadn't paid our green fees.

First Odd Shot in a while, but I couldn't resist. Geometry? there is a pattern in the chain link fence.

Sunday's Psalm--12th Sunday of Ordinary Time

My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.

O God, you are my God whom I seek;

for you my flesh pines and my soul thirsts

like the earth, parched, lifeless and without water.

My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.

Thus have I gazed toward you in the sanctuary

to see your power and your glory,

For your kindness is a greater good than life;

my lips shall glorify you.

My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.

Thus will I bless you while I live;

lifting up my hands, I will call upon your name.

As with the riches of a banquet shall my soul be satisfied,

and with exultant lips my mouth shall praise you.

My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.

 

You are my help,

and in the shadow of your wings I shout for joy.

My soul clings fast to you;

your right hand upholds me.

My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.

From Psalm 63

Images of water were all taken on hikes at Mt. Rainier.

Reflected in the pond at Leavenworth WA

Weekend Reflections

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Skywatch over the Icicle River

SkyWatch Friday

Working--Interpretive Rangers

Have you ever attended a program in a National Park, National Monument or other natural or historic area?

Whether is it is a guided walk, a campfire program, or an indoor presentation, the knowledge and insight of the rangers is phenomenal. These are people who love what they do, love their subject, and love sharing it with visitors.

This is Ranger Bob, telling

us about climbing on Denali--Mt. McKinley.

(This is not one you can do as a guided walk.)

The ranger at Mt. St. Helens held his audience in rapt attention as he told about the return of wildlife after the eruption of 1980.

Skagway Alaska, the Yukon Gold Rush National Historic Park ranger below relishes the history that he describes. (He looks like he would have been right at home with the prospectors.)

Take advantage of these national treasures when you visit our parks and historic sites. You will be glad you did.

ABC Wednesday--V is for View

No matter where you look there is a view--over there beyond the school above  is Mt. Adams.

Up past the new Rose Garden, that's Mt. Rainier.

And again Mt. Adams as I walk down a main street of town.

When our city was organized just 101 years ago, or maybe even before, the townspeople did not have a difficult time deciding on a name for the town. What a grand view! someone said. And so it was Grandview.

ABC Wednesday winding down to the end of its sixth round. I've been here since the beginning of Round  Two. I have thoughts already for a theme for Round Seven.

Rose Garden Update

Plundered!

When I first wrote here about the Rose Garden, I did not know what the plan was for the old rose garden which had been established more than seventy years ago by the Grandview Garden Club. Now I know. My walk this morning took me through the park where the Rose Garden was located.

The new Rose Garden is lovely, and will be enjoyed by many in its location at the entry to town, but I am sad to see the old one go. All that remains are half a dozen bushes and a lot of weeds. Most of the roses were relocated to the new garden.

But look under the red roses. What do I see among the cast off prunings?

Mr. and Mrs. Quail like the changes.

I look forward to learning what is planned for the space where the old Rose Garden graced the park for so many years.

My World Tuesday in the Rose Garden

In my world the other day, I went walking to town and passed through the Rose Garden of which I wrote back here in February. In February it was a bit of a mystery, as we had had a Rose Garden in another park for many decades. It was also not much to look at then.

Well, it has improved, both with the efforts of city workers and volunteers and with the passage of the seasons.

Here is a section of reds...

...such as this one.

Whites and yellows were in another section.

Through the path and a look back over the way.

The old Rose Garden in the city park remains. I will take a walk through there in the next little while to see how it fares with all the attention here on the edge of town.