I try to read articles written by historian Victor Davis Hanson, as they show up in my feeds. He seems to hit the nail on the head quite a bit more than other columnists I have followed. (While I admire Charles Krautheimer, he often seems cranky.)
Now I’m in the middle of Hanson’s book Carnage and Culture
where I am learning way more than I ever wanted to know about ancient Greece and Persia.
We are simplifying here. Getting rid of things we don’t need and don’t particularly want. We started with coats. Our coat racks were overflowing with coats that we hardly ever wore. So I went through mine, Marie went through hers, and we are sending a bunch of them to Goodwill or the local thrift store. A few old ratty ones we threw away. Felt good! Continue reading
My dog Max died a couple of months ago, of old age at 11 years old. Seems like only yesterday when I was blogging about getting him as a puppy…. Scroll down this old post for a picture of Max:
Our other dog, Xena, is about ten years old now, gray and old herself. We don’t expect her to live a lot longer, sad to say. She follows Marie around from room to room, but she can’t walk well enough to go on walks, and seems to be hard of hearing.
And we need functional dogs here on the ranch, for our security. So Marie, who has always wanted one, got herself a Doberman puppy last Friday. He’s a bit over six weeks old, tentatively named “Duke”.
He’s a handsome boy and seems fairly smart, too.
When you have to walk every day, you sometimes get rained on. I’ve acquired a North Face rain jacket that keeps me dry even in a downpour. (They should ask me for a testimonial!)
Although today was gray and rainy; here are some photos of the spectacular fall weather we’ve been having here on the Chandler Ranch.
A few days ago we had this micro rainbow form under a storm cloud. Short but intense!
(Click any image for a larger view.)
The recent rains have brought the sword ferns back to life and caused a whole new crop of them to sprout from a mossy rock wall.
This hill is slowly greening again, as the grasses come back to life on it.
Lots of rain, with some sunny spots poking through.
And the leaves are changing color on the maple trees.
These poppies came in a “wildflower mix” which we planted in one of our garden boxes. We’re quite happy with the colors — they lend a cheerful note to the entire garden.
These pretty but clownish-looking marigolds surround our tomato plants — they are “sacrificial” plants we hope the bugs will eat instead of tomatoes.
Walking has some benefits other than just lowered blood pressure and a feeling of inner peace. Walking gives one the opportunity to see things that would otherwise have been missed.
Today was an ordinary day of nondescript summer weather here — sunny and warm with some haze, but unremarkable in every way. I procrastinated on taking my daily walk until the sun was going down and I couldn’t put it off any more. (No street lights here, and it isn’t a good idea to go wandering around in the dark woods at night.)
After the sun went below the horizon came the biggest sun spike I have ever seen. I guess that’s what you would call it. It appeared to me to be an upside down reflection of the sun off a layer of clouds.
In driving around Oregon you will see, on the side of the road, many kinds of wildflowers. One that is especially pretty is the everlasting pea.
For the last four years, I have gathered seeds from these roadside plants in an attempt to grow some here on the ranch. Continue reading
The tigerlilies have been in bloom here for the last week or so.
These elk were in our yard, at the end of our driveway, about 80 yards from the house.
I had been disappointed with similar shots taken of elk in basically the same scenario, because the zoom lens that came with my Pentax K10 (a fully automatic 18-55 lens) just didn’t zoom in enough to get any detail at that distance. Continue reading
Being in coastal Oregon, in the middle of nowhere, we get to see a lot of hummingbirds. We were doing some necessarily “fuzzy” (or maybe it was “feathery”) math the other day based on how much one hummingbird can eat in a day, and how much sugar-water nectar we are feeding them.
(I took the photo of the two female Rufous Humminbgirds pictured above a few minutes ago during a quiet period.)
The math goes something like this: Continue reading