I came to Portland, Oregon in the US as a graduate student some forty years ago. It was November that year when I saw snow for the first time through a high ceiling window in the hallway of a meeting room. I jumped up and down and shouted, “It’s snowing. It’s snowing.” The local students walked by me and grinned. They might think, “What’s so exciting about snow? Silly.”
A month later during the winter break, I went with a group of students to Los Angeles and sat in the sun on Christmas day.
After graduated with my first master’s degree, I went to Seattle Pacific University to do my second master’s degree. That winter, Seattle welcomed me with 7 inches of snow. I was so excited and made a snowman with my leather gloves on my hands. Nobody told me that the leather would turn hard and stiff when it gets wet. I ruined the nice leather gloves.
I don’t do too well in cold weather, the weather in southern California seemed to agree with me and that is where I have stayed since finishing my study in Seattle.
My daughter is living in Portland, Oregon. She knows I love snow even though my body feels better in a warmer place. There was a heavy snow two years ago. The first thing she did was taking photos and sent them to me.
As far as southern California, it feels like summer is the longest season year round with a teasing winter and hair line period of autumn and short and sweet spring. The weather has been moderate besides the thunderstorm a couple weeks ago. I took photos of my garden today and have some beautiful flowers to share with you. Before I do that, just want to show you my baby hummingbird.
The baby hummingbird is eight months old. He is doing well and flying further away from the kitchen window. I know that the baby is not able to fly 900 miles straight to Mexico for winter, but I wasn’t sure if the parents were going. It’s December and the parents are still around. It seems like the family will stay for winter.
Lens-Artists Photo Challenge starts this week. The theme is Wonder. Please see guidelines below for participation.
On May 18, 1980, Mt. St. Helens in Washington, United State erupted. It was a major eruption among the 48 states since 1915. I was a student in Seattle when the eruption occurred. The news showed the heavy ashes covered a nearby city. It was 3:00 p.m. but the blackened sky made it as if it was evening. Twenty years after, I went on a bus tour to visit when the mud and debris still filled the river.
On September 10, 2016, my daughter, her husband and I went back to visit. I zoomed in the top of the volcano, the crater was very much alive. The bottom of the mountain showed a lot of green. We found some beautiful flowers. It is the wonder of life.
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “contrast.”
The Southern California wildfires have been burning for 13 days in Ventura County to Santa Barbara County. Residents described the neighborhood as “war zone.” This is the third largest wildfire in California history. Wildfires have devoured more than 116,000 acres. Smoke stretches 1,000 miles across the Pacific – the distance between New York and Miami. 2017 has been the most expensive year for US wildfires, with damages topping $10 billion.
My heart is heavy for the people who lost their homes and all their treasures. I do pray for rainstorm pouring in this part of the world, to stop the fire and clean the air. Some residents came back to their burned homes, putting up Christmas trees and decorations to bring some cheer to the neighborhood.
The fire zone is about 120 miles from our city, but it surely affects the temperature in this area. In contrast to the past winters, the last two days were in the 80so F during the day. The birds were chirping as if it was spring. The flowers in my garden have a burst of growth.
I would like to present these flowers to the residents who lost their homes in the sense of hope!
“Pink. Of course, there are many shades of pink.” – Frank
I can think of a lot of pink things for this challenge. Somehow my thought goes right to the flowers in my garden, I realize there are many shades of pink flowers. In my watercolor painting class, I learn to call the colors by their proper names. Here is a chart of different shades of pink.
I am not going to name my “pink” flowers by their proper names of shades. So they are all pink flowers in my garden. You can find the proper names for my flowers!!