With this year’s wet weather, I need to tell you that should you come upon the following signs, “Road Closed/Flooded,” believe it and do not enter.
Last Saturday we were returning from Chico and found ourselves on this road. We should have turned the car around, and if I had been driving, that surely would have happened. I wasn’t driving and we proceeded into the waters. We proceeded into the waters four times before we saw a large truck pulling a trailer coming towards us. It was at this time that I said, “stop the car, I’m serious, STOP THE CAR!” We had the truck driver roll down his window and asked him where he had come from. He had turned around, in fear that his trailer would be undermined by the rushing waters. I told him that, “we would be right behind him.”
It looked like an ocean around us and when we turned around, we looked up and could see the problem with the Oroville Dam. We were quite a long ways away but it was clear that there was a problem. We continued towards home and passed through many of the towns that were evacuated the very next day. I really have no good reason, that I can think of, for getting into that situation. I won’t be there again. It was stupid and I am partly to blame for my lack of stopping the car earlier. The water problems in California are very real and something that should not be taken lightly.
I’m glad we didn’t end up on the news, with helicopters saving us from the roof of our car. I’m always wondering how people get themselves into those situations. It’s easy to avoid, just stay home, evacuate if requested, and heed the signs.
I was pleasantly surprised last weekend to find one of my favorite places to photograph in a color that I had never seen there before. It had been quite a long time since I had taken the first two shots, so I couldn’t exactly remember how they had been setup.
About Ready for Harvest
I was sad when I got home to see that the setup wasn’t the same, but it is clear that the silos are on the same property. The lush yellows of the fields were so brilliant and beautiful to look at as we sped by acres and acres of farmland. I love rice, so the look of it means so much more than just contrasting colors to me. Agriculture is one thing that we do really well in California. I am so blessed to live near an area where farming is revered and appreciated for all the goodness it yields us and the rest of the world. My favorite rice is Jasmine. What’s yours?
I’ve been noticing lately that there is a stillness about this season that I haven’t noticed before. It’s very hard to capture that feeling in a photo.
There’s been no swirling winds that knock the leaves off the branches. It’s just been incredibly still. I’m a little worried that we won’t get rain again this winter.
Turning Leaves in Bidwell Park
I went to Bidwell Park in Chico, California when I was visiting the other day, with the hope that the leaves would be colorful and falling from the trees. The leaves were just starting to turn and there were so many acorns that it seemed as if they were raining from the sky. The chatter in the trees was amazing to listen to as the acorns fell from above.
Little did I realize that all I needed to do was step outside into my own backyard to find a sight that I don’t usually see. We often have Swallowtail butterflies in the yard but seldom do you see a Monarch.
Resting in the Magnolia
So when I saw this, I grabbed my camera and waited……and chased……..and waited……and chased……and waited. This was a very shy butterfly.
Drinking from the Dahlia
My patience paid off and I can return to the calm that continues to surround this season.
I skipped writing the blog last week, and with good reason. My mother passed away on Oct. 27. It was her 88th birthday. She passed peacefully, right after I sang “Happy Birthday” to her, per my aunt’s request. There is more to the story, of course, but I have since been struggling with certain images that come to me while I am sleeping. I am not the only person to have these unsettling images, and I now understand that they can be with you for a very long time. The whole premiss of this blog was to help people communicate, and with that thought in mind, I will share with you my video, with the hope that my idea might help others. You’ll have to make a video of your own, or put together a collage of photos that take your mind to a better place, times with happier memories. I put the music that I wrote for my mother, and would play for her, behind the photos. I hope you enjoy the video.
So lets start talking. We are of an age, where many of us share these same hiccups in life. You needn’t hide from them, but embrace them, and talk with others about your feelings. I believe that, when we discover that we are not alone, we no longer feel isolated in those feelings. With all this said and done, and the images I’m trying to shake, I wouldn’t have done it any other way, when it came to my mother. Her last words to me were, “I love you.” Now doesn’t that just say it all? That is the very image I want to remember.
There are times in your life when you may be walking, and catch a certain scent and it sends you hurling back to another time and place. There are times when you may hear a certain phrase, and it makes you feel years younger. There are times when a song comes on the radio, and you think of a place or a time that you haven’t thought of in years. It’s like you’re standing in that exact place and time again, right then, yet right now. There are times when you see something and bang! Deja Vu This was one of those times. We were at a graduation party in Chico (or a congraduation party, as the sign read) and this photo was snapped, and when it was shown to me, the following album cover by Crosby Stills & Nash popped into my mind and the tunes started running through my head. What an amazing feeling to look at that photo and see something else. Truly Deja Vu or Duva Je as my husband often calls it. A mixing up of the words, but we both know it would mean the same thing.
My Little Deja Vu
I love those moments that whisk me back to another time. Those remembrances remind me of how very colorful and meaningful life can be.
And yes, we had a dog instead of a guitar, some of us barely knew each other, and it wasn’t our place; we were just trying to stay cool on a hot day. The song Deja Vu was on the next album by Crosby Stills and Nash. Both the albums are wonderful and even if you are young, and think you wouldn’t be interested in them; you should give them a listen. What a song writing talent, those three had. Check out Deja Vu on Wikipedia if you’ve never heard of the phenomena before. Those of us who are a bit older; we live our lives by it. It happens to me often and I try to stay in the memory or the moment as long as possible. Do you have a Deja Vu moment that continues to stick with you?