Many people never leave their hometown, never board a plane, never see the places you’ve seen. Every time you travel, big or small, is a luxury. Be grateful for the miles behind you and the horizons ahead. Unknown Hvar, Croatia
Travel Quote
Nature Quote
A garden is a friend you can visit anytime. Unknown Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens, Hobart, Austraia
World Hello Day
I intended to write about the last of Oregon’s Seven Wonders today, but when looking at the Bing Photo of the Day, I saw that today, November 21, 2025 is World Hello Day. Today’s Bing Photo Brothers Brian and Micheal McCormack established this day in 1973 in an attempt to diffuse tensions and to promote... Continue Reading →
Travel Quote
What inspires me most to write is the act of traveling. TĂ©a Obreht Samish Bay, Washington State.
Oregon’s Autumn Colors
Autumn is a glorious time of year with its vast array of vibrant and brilliant shades of red, yellow, gold and orange. The fallen leaves become delicately diaphanous after falling from their lofty canopy above, settling on the ground below, and disintegrating into the earth. It truly is a magical time of year. These photos... Continue Reading →
Seasonal Quote
As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see. Vincent Van Gogh Autumn in Norway For some stunning autumn colors in Penticton, BC, Canada, check out Lynette’s recent posts at In The Net!
John Day Fossil Beds, Oregon
As mentioned in my Painted Hills post two weeks ago, the John Day Fossil Beds National Monument is divided into three separate areas referred to as “units”. These include the Painted Hills Unit, with the other two being the Sheep Rock Unit and the Clarno Unit. The monument includes close to 14,000 acres (5,600 hectares)... Continue Reading →
Seasonal Quote
Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar. Where the Crawdads Sing, by Delia Owens Autumn in Portland, OR
Travel Quote
Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it for yourself. Walt Whitman Somewhere in Iceland
Travels Through My Lens 