It's yin and yang time in the Willamette Valley. Oregon is doing its changing thing. Rain most of the day, then a burst of late afternoon sunshine.
The daffodils in our garden use it to show off. Look at me, so bloomin' beautiful!
Down the path, Spring Creek is springing. New growth on winter's bare branches.
Nearing the lake, a long shadow pointed the way to the sun.
A first cherry blossom welcomed me to the lake shore.
Aging oak. Aging bird house. Belonging together.
Cattails, old. Willows, new. More yin and yang.
This year's willows. Each as they should be. Just on different schedules.
I keep trying to steer the lake. Haven't succeeded so far. Need some WD 40 for the rust, I suppose. Then I can move Spring Lake closer to home.
Sometimes in Oregon, the water marks the path. Waterproof shoes: highly desirable.
Nearing our house, shadows show up a satisfyingly well-trod path. I always think, "Machu Picchu." Isn't that where countless generations have worn distinct steps in hard rock? We're talking regular ground here. Still, I like that we're leaving some dog-walk traces behind. I want to be remembered for something.