Monday, November 11, 2019
Early yesterday, I snapped this photo slightly before morning’s natural light increased. Toward noon, Central Oregon’s temps began rising toward the high 60s with sunshine aplenty. This photo shows the magical Cascades even before lots of light hits them. Cloudy days bring a slight sense of loss, with mountains hiding behind stretched-out banks of low clouds, which by the way are clues of weather changes ahead.
My truck and horse trailer were parked in an place that interfered with my day’s plans, so I tried to move the vehicles, but found the truck’s battery dead. It’s irritating as all get-out, that an insidious something mechanics can’t identify slowly keeps draining this battery. Now, my moving task became complicated. I brought around the Jeep, strung charging wires from its battery to the truck’s, got the big moose started, and then, ran its motor throughout a recharging process.
This was slow-going. By the time I managed to move the trailer and hook a trickle-charger to the truck battery, daylight had started to diminish, and it was time to attend to the horses. I could hear Rosie-the-Impatient, pawing on the ground and deepening her infamous hole that invariably sinks me low and makes me cuss.
Skipping forward in time, while waiting for water to refill the horse troughs, I glanced over at the Cascades. Over the mountains a gorgeous sky with streaking clouds and a transitional lighting foletold daylight’s fading and the sun’s departure.
That sky reminded me of a previous night’s full, beautiful moon that I’d gone out to capture, but too late, for by then a cloudbank had swallowed it.
Last evening, later, and after feeding the horses, I walked up to the house under another wonderful moon’s greeting. I was quicker to capture its picture. At first, clouds teasing the moon’s bottom made it look as if Mona Lisa were gazing down with her side-wise, amused glance. This cool image quickly disappeared when the moon rose higher and magnificently.
Standing outside my house and watching that moon, my eyes shifted downward to where the light from a lone solar bulb shone up from a lava rock pile. Not long ago, after finding the light broken off from its base and still working, I casually stashed the globe. And thus last night, this gift.
Dear Friends: Isn’t light wonderful, for punctuating time and reflecting moods. Diana