Here's photographic proof – why the Metolius River dazzles the eye (and soul) in what passes for spring in central Oregon. Namely, the middling part of June.
Just before Lake Creek the family dog explored a grassy island.
Away from the river, on top of a butte, old tree and new tree showed off against (almost) clear sky.
A bit farther along, some yin and yang: bright flowers and gray rocks.
Moving back to the Metolius, natural flower arrangements dot the river. It's constant spring-fed flow encourages growth that wouldn't be possible on up and down rivers. [Appreciate these shots: wading in the water I instantly recognized that it's damn cold – snow melt once removed.]
Ducks don't seem to mind the temperature. But this one was perched on a warm log.
There's lots of natural bridges, since logs are left where they lie in this wild and scenic river.
I'd love to have this in my yard. Along with the river, of course.
I think "Metolius Zen" when I see these photos. But Zen is the reflection of nature; this is the original.
White water, yellow flower. Nice.
A few years ago a large tree fell and broke apart in the Metolius. I've been watching it evolve. Now it's become flowery modern art.
One of the more attractive log jams you'll find in a river.
More Zen. I love the water swirls.
Probably my favorite photo. I have a little sand garden in my office that I rake, making patterns like this around the rocks.
Decay and growth. Some days I feel like the stump, other days like the flower.
I'll be there the end of July for 2 weeks, can't wait.
Posted by: Bpaul | June 24, 2008 at 12:39 AM
What gorgeous photos. It is one of my favorite spots and have been going there since I was a young woman. Delightful reminders of a magical place. I have photos from many years ago of my kids in inner tubes on the water-- the magic of youth.
Posted by: Rain | June 24, 2008 at 07:09 AM