Back in April, we took a trip to Vancouver, BC. I had never been, and since we had a free companion fare coupon for Amtrak Cascades, we decided to go to Vancouver. The train was fun, although slow. But we read and watched the beautiful scenery, and enjoyed ourselves once we got to Vancouver. I posted a quick preview in early May…and then nothing. Sorry! But I’m back now, with a few frames for you. The weather was supposed to be beautiful in Seattle, so of course it was gray and rainy our entire trip. We wandered around the city, found meaningful graffiti in a park playground, and toured one of the Olympic venues (BC Place), which is now the home of the Vancouver Whitecaps.
I took Highway 20 (or the North Cascade Highway, as it’s known) to get to Mazama for Jessie & Adam’s wedding. I wanted to stop and snap photos every 5 minutes, but I couldn’t because I hadn’t budgeted enough time to get stop before getting to Mazama on time. Dang it. I did stop once on the way up, at a photo outlook spot for lunch. Then, on the way back, I came down a hill to Diablo Lake and had to stop. The sunset, the teal blue lake, it was too much. The second to last photo, which I’ve posted before, will probably end up on a nice big print in my home. It’s too stunning not to print up. Or maybe one of the other Diablo Lake images. I’ve yet to decide. Any suggestions??
Also, some “housekeeping notes”. I plan on offering a limited number of prints of my travel images soon. I’m hoping to have things up and ready before Thanksgiving. Each print will have a limited run, so if you have an image that you love, please let me know. I’m still deciding what sizes I’ll be offering and where I’m getting them printed, but I’m very excited to get my art off the computer and onto some walls!
The website will probably be down sometime in November for a makeover, to add the section on prints and give it a fresh look for 2013. I haven’t decided when or for how long, but hopefully it’ll be quick and I will let you know before it happens. And while it is a way off, the holidays are coming. I still have a few spots open for my November 17th mini sessions (email me or shoot me a message in the contact form). I’m also booking a limited number of full sessions between now and Christmas, before taking some time off in early 2013.
Sometimes, you’re in the right place at the right time. And sometimes, even the best photograph you can take doesn’t do nature’s beauty justice. This is one of those times.
Diablo Lake, WA
If you ever have the chance to drive the North Cascades Highway, do so. It’s stunningly beautiful. Never have I felt so overwhelmed by beauty, and I have grown up in one of the most beautiful places in the world.
I wrote this post in January 2011, during out last trip to Germany. I never published it because it didn’t feel quite right. After 18 months of off-and-on tweaking, I’m mostly happy with what it says. Mostly.
The trains pass often. I listened to them in the dark for the first couple nights as I laid awake in bed, unable to sleep. The jetlag was worse this time. Burrowed deep under thick blankets with just my nose above in the chill, I listened to the village. I listened for the clack-clackity-clack of the freight trains as they flew past, not stopping at our little station on the Rhine. Contrasted with the stealthy, almost inaudible whoosh of the new Regional Bahn trains, taking people in and out of the city. So quiet, you can’t hear them during the day, only at night. I listened for the rumble of delivery trucks on cobblestone streets early in the morning, before the sun rose. Before the village fully woke. The tapping of Uncle E’s shoes on the stairs as he left for work in Frankfurt.
Our vacations to Germany are different that most of our trips. We go to visit H’s family, not to see the sights – although we always end up visiting something new. A new house, a new coffeeshop, a new niece. Life is slow, relaxed. What a vacation should be. We play card games, take walks in the village, and eat tons of Oma’s cooking. Normally, I love spending my vacations zooming about at the speed of sound. But sometimes, its nice to take it slow. To eat your breakfast as you watch the mist rise off the Rhine. To enjoy a cup of tea and a slice of cake in the afternoon. To sit down to dinner with the family every night and drink a bottle or three of wine. Each. Wine made from the grapes that Opa planted, many years ago. Some say its not travel when you’re visiting family. For us, visiting the Rhineland is like finding a favorite sweater in the back of your closet. Almost forgotten — practically new. But it’s still familiar. Comfortable. Remembered. There are still many things yet to see in that village on the Rhine: old churches, new homes, favorite restaurants, tucked-in-a-corner coffeeshops. But there’s no rush.
And on those mornings, as I burrow in the covers and hear life stir upstairs, another train goes by. Clack-clickity-clack. And it’s comforting to know that this strange land where I almost speak the language feels as much like home as my own. It’s not a string of destinations on a map. No sightseeing necessary. It’s family, thousands of miles from home.
A disclaimer. This is not the view from Oma’s house. It’s the view from a monument in nearby Rudesheim. But it’s similar.
We spend a lot of time driving across Washington. With family and friends all over the state, it’s a fact of life. These shots are from a trip back to Mattawa in March. All the photos were taken in the Ellensburg-Vantage-Mattawa area.
*When the sun comes out and it’s 60 degrees in March, you stop by DQ for a blizzard.
While visiting Vancouver a few weeks ago, we toured the BC place stadium and the Vancouver Whitecaps locker room. More photos of the stadium, Vancouver, and our trip to come!