For 47 years, since I first started teaching Psychology at Fort Steilacoom Community College, the Green River Gorge has been one of my favorite places in the world.
Soft water cutting through solid rock over millions of years, the roar and clearness of the water, the steep trail down to the river, the waterfall, and the once hot tub under that waterfall. These all make me feel humble at the beauty, and grandeur, and “mysticalness” of this place. The fact that the place is overrun by drunks and rude people during the summer means only that I must go there when few people are there.
A few weeks ago I went again and was able to capture the best shots possible of this place (and nothing can compare to the reality of this place). Here are a few photos.
This is a 16X20 poster I made during one of my “Beauty and the Soul” Workshops at the monks cottage at Eld Inlet (I misspelled it on the poster) in Olympia Washington. Gorgeous sunset reflected on still waters. Peace. Be Still. Reflect.
This is a 16X20 poster of Snoqualmie Falls in Winter.Snoqualmie Falls varies from a trickle to a cataclysm in different times of the year. WInter is magical. Does the gentle mist know of the crashing waters that gave it birth? Power and gentleness, mist and majesty. Ice and water and mist. All one. Meditative. In-Joy Enjoy.
Every morning for nine days I got up about 4-6 AM to walk early, watch the sunrise, and avoid 100-106° heat and humidity that would come later in the day in Irving Texas. But even this early, the temperature was in the 80s and it was Muggy. The walk around the artificial lake is 1.3 miles and I would walk it three times, often as the stars twinkled out and the sun rose. I loved how the sweet scent of flowers greeting the morning sky. I liked all the artificial beauty, the lines, perfectly spaced trees, perfectly spaced light posts all in a row. I loved the statue of the dancers, people walking their dogs, people absorbed in their headphones, the sound of birds. I loved how good it felt to walk!
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I love the 3 mile walk from my home to the beach and back in the very early morning when rabbits and squirrels are on the trail, and people aren’t. The squish squish sounds of my feet on gravel. The clop clop sound of my feet on the paved part of the path. The greens of the forest, the coolness as I enter the woods. The snags, the sounds of birds, the emptying of my mind and the gratitude I feel. I love the Madrona trees with their red peeling bark, the tall evergreens, the snags, the blackberries, even the new development that is being built next to the quiet forest.
This was once a munitions loading dock area in WWII, a time gone now, covered by trees that don’t remember, and birds that sing, and flowers that open their secret scents in the early morning light.