Starts with “O”

Starts with O

Starts with O

Oh Oregon…what a wonderland you are on the Pacific Coast. You make my heart sing and my body jump for joy. Your true beauty takes my breath away.

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A Bench at…Haceta Head Light

A Bench at Haceta Head

A Bench at Haceta Head Light

On a recent trip to Oregon, we stayed on the Haceta Head property. Haceta Head Light is a lighthouse on the Oregon Coast and is part of the Haceta Head Lighthouse State Scenic Viewpoint, a state park, midway up a 205-foot-tall headland. Built in 1894, the 56-foot-tall lighthouse shines a beam visible for 21 nautical miles, making it the strongest light on the Oregon Coast. Brisk winds and some smoke from the ongoing forest fires didn’t keep us away from enjoying beautiful views, a fire at the bed and breakfast, a joyful happy hour as another guest sang a maritime poem followed by an evening stroll up to the lighthouse for a clear view of the good old Milky Way!!! Sometimes you’re so in the right place at the right time!

The poem: Sea-Fever by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

 

 

A Fairy Tale

This is the first year that I’ve completed the actual 52-week photography blog!!! So ok, there is nothing wrong with wanting a fairy tale ending! I’ve included my original drawing below that I took a photograph of before I brought it into Photoshop to take it from a black and white fairy tale to a colorful fairy tale.
A Fairy Tale

A Fairy Tale

Song: Kiss the Girl
Movie: The Little Mermaid
Lyrics:
Percussion
Strings
Winds
Words
There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don’t got a lot to say
But there’s something about her
And you don’t know why
But you’re dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
It’s possible she wants you, too
There is one way to ask her
It don’t take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
Sing with me now
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
My, oh, my
Look at the boy too shy
He ain’t gonna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Ain’t that sad
Ain’t it shame, too bad
You gonna miss the girl
Now’s your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy, you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don’t say a word
And she won’t say a word
Until you kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don’t be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Don’t stop now
Don’t try to hide it how
You wanna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Float along
Listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la
Music play
Do what the music say
You wanna kiss the girl
You’ve got to kiss the girl
Why don’t you kiss the girl
You gotta kiss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl

The Good Old Days

If you enjoy the country, a slower pace and way of life, getting a little dirty and wearing a big smile on your face, you’d enjoy Clewiston.

Close to Lake Okeechobee, Clewiston is known as Florida’s “sweetest town” due to the plethora of sugarcane fields! Clewiston is a city in Hendry County, Florida with a mere population of approximately 7,175 give or take a few.

If you do visit, you truly go back in time especially when you stay at the historic Clewiston Inn. It was built in 1938 by the United States Sugar Company to host company executives and visiting dignitaries. Pretty cool eh? The inn is registered as a National Historic Site which I didn’t realize when I stayed there for one quick evening. Sweet Clewiston takes me so far back to my childhood days spent with my grandparents on their 88 acres of land in Filmore, NY. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Absolutely everything, including the music playing on the radio with the windows down as you cruise through the country roads without a care in the world and the wind in your hair. Even when I’m just passing through, I get sucked in and stop along the country ways to photograph God’s great Earth and fondly think of my grandparents. I thank you Mr. Clewiston.

Clewiston

The Good Old Days