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    Schreiner's Iris Gardens

    I spent a lovely day in early June at the amazing Schreiner's Iris Gardens outside of Keizer, in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon.

    The garden holds flowers other than the iris . . . but first . . . the absolutely amazing iris:

    If you LOVE flowers as I do, and especially Irises (but not only), you will absolutely love this garden!!!

    I did not know there were so many kinds of Irises!

    I rode my bike over to the gardens just kin time for the 'magic' evening light . . . and was rewarded!

    Yes, there are even BLACK irises!

    When I think of Irises these are what I usually picture . . .

     . . . I DO NOT usually think of these . . . Gypsy Lobo Iris.  WOW!

    The heart of an amazing iris!

    There were so many flowers to study . . .

    A purple/blue iris.

    A jumble of white and purple irises.

    The combination of colors seemed endless.

    An orange iris.

    An orange and purple iris.

    A purple iris . . .

    Purple and white . . .

    Many shades of  color . . .

    The marvelous iris!

    The whites were so pure against the purple . . .

    A splash of orange at the center . . .

    An otherworldly iris!!!

    Such a beautiful array of irises.

    White, yellow, magenta, and purple . . .wow!

    Pattern, color, shape . . .

    Delicate and fine . . .

    Strong yellow . . .

    Pastel yellow and white . . .

    Pale yellow, white, green . . .

    A garish yellow and magenta iris . . .

    Iris and stem . . . so pretty.

    Bold color combinations too . . .

    Subtle and gentle irises too.

    A strange world . . .

    I will never tire of photographing the iris flower . . . simply fascinating!


    There were many other kinds of flowers at Schreiner's Iris Gardens . . . .

    Many, many other kinds of flowers and trees . . . many of which I had never seen before.

    Such a nicely laid out garden too.

    Almost everything in the garden was in bloom all at once!

    I rested here for a while . . . very pleasant.

    Little colorful sprites . . .

    Wherever my gaze would light there would be something fascinating!

    A red poppy and exploding pod ball!

    Pink Poppies.

    Bright orange poppies . . . so cheerful!

    A happy arrangement . . .

    A cheerful little flower dancing on the wind.

    All sorts of flowering and bud configurations here and there.

    Ready to explode . . .

    The beginnings of one of those purple puff balls . . .

    There were many happy bees in the garden!

    There were some red flowers too . . . some very, very red!

    Reds everywhere.

    Bushes full of red flowers.

    This bush was loaded with pink flowers . . .

    Loaded with flowers . . . and loaded with buds promising continuous flowering into the future.

    Lots of yellow flowers around too!

    Yellow dogwood.

    Yellow/Orange roses smelled wonderfully.

    A fluorescent glow from within . . . otherworldly!

    Sweet little yellow ferries!

    One bush, multiple shades of yellow!


    Filtered yellow light falling on a cluster of white flowers.


    Deep inside a leafy bush . . . perfect white . . . in a perfect garden.

    They obviously know that their garden is a magnet/catnip to photographers . . . and supplied these wonderful props for families.  I hated to leave . . . but a BBQ beckoned!

    Billy Frank Jr. Nisqually National Wildlife Refuge

    I spent a fine afternoon in the forest, fields, mud flats, and estuary of the Billy Frank Jr. Nisqually National Wildlife Reserve, near Olympia, Washington.

    I have wanted to go to the Nisqually Wildlife Reserve since I arrived in Washington a few months ago . . . and today was my chance: perfect weather.  I passed Woodland Creek, an estuarial creek, several times before and stopped this time . . . it was on the way.

    The wetlands grasses were in full mid-summer lushness.

    The blackberry vines grew among the horsetail ferns everywhere.

    Someone hung a large birdhouse along the path.

    Beautiful summer wildflowers . . . and then a moving distraction along the creek . . .

    A wonderful surprise . . . . I sat very quietly, not 20 yards away.

    I watched, and  photographed, for over a half hour . . . 

    They finally moved on along, walking in the Woodland Creek streambed.  I followed, but lost sight of them in the dense forest.

    I wandered back to my camper along a horsetail fern-lined trail, and drove out to the Nisqually estuary.

    The Nisqually National Wildlife Reserve is comprised of four distinct natural ecological settings: freshwater ponds, wet forests, former farm fields, and estuarial mud flats (I visited during extreme low tide).  All areas were fantastic!  Here, diving ducks in a freshwater pond.

    Elevated wooden walkways took visitors out into, and above the delicate ecology of the wet forest.

    The elevated walkways afforded wonderful views of the freshwater wetlands.

    At the edge of the forest were the barns of an old settlement farm.

    Early settlers expended a huge amount of labor and resources building a system of dykes to drain some of the Nisqually Estuary for farmland.  The land now stands uncultivated  . . . for the benefit of wildlife habitat.

    The huge barn, now a part of the National Wildlife Reserve.

    The colors of the fields and surrounding hills were breathtaking!

    All the paths were well marked with informational signage about the indigenous flora, fauna, and local geology.

    A wonderful angle from which to view the mammoth barns!

    I wandered around some more on the elevated walkways, stopping here and there to take flower photos.

    Busy bees . . . and . . .

    Busy butterflies too!

    This one seemed to stay around just so I could photograph it!

    I left the cool shade of the forest for the dry gravel path through the fields and onward toward the estuary . . .

    The old field drainage canals astride the dyke was full of thick bull rushes.

    Many birds on the  forest edge.

    The grassy fields gradually gave way to estuarial flats.

    I knew the tide was going to be out when I saw these small bay arterial channels.

    My first view across the wetlands toward the elevated observation walkway.

    I climbed the ramp up onto the observation walkway . . . an incredible piece wooden construction in its own right.

    The view back up the Nisqually River across dry sand bars.

    Looking back toward the tree line and the old ban from the walkway.

    The sights from the walkway were both strange and captivating.  You cannot visit these low tide estuarial landscapes any other way.

    A mega-walkway!

    The further out I went the more it became an exposed bay floor.

    On one side of the walkway was the Nisqually River . . . with evidence of the pilings of old commercial structures.

    Some commercial project lost to time.

    On the other side of the walkway was a vista across vast mud flats . . . loaded with very interesting objects!

    Strange things . . . . and, unfortunately all too many plastic bags!

    There were not as many birds as I somehow had expected . . . but there were birds.

    A gull loitering in the muddy estuary  . . . 

    A friendly little fellow!

    Evidence of sea level rise: the old level of the fields and 'dry' flats are eroding away with only a few small 'islands' of the old land level left.  Only a few inches of sea level rise can cause this kind of erosion of wetlands.

    Sea water inundation into previously 'dry' areas.

    A new ecology is beginning to develop.

    Altogether too much plastic.  The Human Being!!!

    Here and there were sand bag earthworks to direct the drainage flow under the walkway to the Nisqually River.

    I imagine this water redirection effort to save the walkway is a never-ending chore.

    Stumps washed down the river when it raged in winter.

    My ultimate goal, and the terminus of the walkway, was several miles from dry land!

    The final observation pavilion was not too far from the actual Puget Sound.

    The view from the last observation pavilion.

    Puget Sound in the background.

    It was a beautiful day to be out in the world . . . making the most of the supramundane.

    Oregon Camping - Silver Creek Falls

    Magnificent South Falls at Oregon's Silver Falls State Park.

    Out and about on the back roads and state parks of Oregon in my little camping rig.  Life is great.

    Only 40 miles from where I have been staying near Keizer, Oregon is Silver Falls State Park.

    The western slopes of the Cascades Mountains are extremely damp and lush.

    It rains so much here there is moss hanging from the trees.

    I arrived on a cool, but dry, afternoon in early June.  After setting up camp I went out on my bicycle to explore the well maintained trails.

    I have been all over the world . . . and this part of Oregon is by far the GREENEST!  Ireland and Scotland are not even close.

    There are many miles of bike paths throughout the park, which I rode on day two of my stay.  This is the Ridge Trial.  I love the look of the orange pine needles covering the trail.  

    The Ridge Trail passed through some marvelous old growth forest.

    A steep climb brought many views of this old forest.

    In many places the forest floor was a carpet of ferns!

    A new wonderment at every turn of the bike path.

    Trees felled by storms lay about here and there . . . and will decompose to supply nutrients to the next generations of tall trees.

    I found myself stopping often just to take in all the beauty.  What a bike trail!

    A damp stand . . . .

    Layers and layers of greenery . . . 


    After a long bike ride in the forest, the overcast sky began to clear, so I packed up my camp site and drove to the South Falls trailhead.  Here, the view of the South Falls from above.  I met a nice family from Thailand here.  It's a small world.

    The path down and behind South Falls offers many fine spots for photography.

    A very beautiful waterfall.

    The trail goes behind the cascading falls . . . a very impressive sight.

    There were a fair number of tourists on this day . . . and we all stood kin silence under the falls listening to the powerful 'song' of the water falling from above.

    The bright sun suddenly appeared along the path to the Lower South Falls. . . making the already green environment explode with luminosity.  Incredible green!

    The picture post card view.

    Silver Creek.

    A nice bridge view . . . there were many other photographers, most with big tripods, wanting to use the bridge as a vantage point . . . but they were all complaining that people walking on it caused it to shake.

    The two-mile path to Lower South Falls followed Silver Creek most of the way.

    This is a very busy trail with lots of curious children.

    A magical place.

    The path rose for quite  while before a view of the creek was visible again.

    A steep zig-zag of stairs down to the fall's base.

    After the winding and steep stairs down, I was rewarded with my first view of Lower South Falls.

    The Lower South Falls through the trees.

    A beautiful view.


    The path here also continued behind the falls.

    The roar of the falls became very loud as you neared it.

    Another fabulous forest waterfall view.

    I got a little wet behind the falls.

    Through the mists . . .

    Directly behind the falls.

    My last glimpse of the Lower South Falls as the sun began to shine again.

    Up the steep steps and onto the ridge for a view of the creek in bright sunlight.

    I walked back up the path to my camper and left the park.  I spent a wonderful three days in a beautiful place.  The camping sites and facilities were first rate.

    Oregon Countryside and Gallon House Bridge

    Hops for your beer:  Oregon is a major world producer of hops . . . a very labour-intensive crop.

    Oregon fields of grain.

    This cooperative farmer stopped so I could take this photograph.  Thank you.

    A small road sign indicated 'Gallon House Bridge' . . . it must be very special, I thought.

    And very special it was too.  Gallon House Bridge is the oldest continuously used covered bridge in Oregon.

    A perfect country road 'find.'

    A very well-maintained old bridge.

    To walk an Oregon country road in June . . . .

    Oregon . . . good people, beautiful countryside.

    On an Oregon Filbert Farm

    Out n the farm, just north of Keizer, Oregon, a storm approaches.

    Western Oregon in mid-Spring . . . breathtaking beauty.


    I am staying with a friend who keeps bees on his 'hobby' filbert farm.


    A large puff of flowers being pollinated . . .


    Busy bees from the farm's bee hives.


    Bees are not the only  insects that carry out pollination duties . . . flies do to.


    Wild clover growing at the fringes of the orchard and gardens.


    Late in the afternoon . . . one small shaft of light found it's way through the bushes to find this one hidden flower.  WOW!


    Such a lovely variety of magnificent flowers all around the farm.


    A whole world in one flower . . .


    Ravishingly beautiful . . .


    So many flowers . . . I wish I knew the names of all of them.


    Many flowers showed signs of flowering for a long time . . . as there were many stages of development all on the same stalk.


    Deep red . . .


    And a salmon rose . . .


    A yellow marvel hidden deep in the reeds . . .


    Oh my!  The patterns!!!


    I have to always keep an eye open for this mean, aggressive rooster.  He will attack without eating!


    Nature's flower arrangements . . .


    Busy bees all across the many flowers in the garden . . .


    I love these bursts of life . . .


    A never-ending landscape of flowery bouquets . . .


    It is hard to believe these waxy flowers are real . . .


    Tiny flowers in the deep grasses.


    While some plants throw out many, many blossoms, others offer only a few brilliant targets for pollination.


    The back garden . . .


    Busy bees . . .


    A busy bee getting lost in the white folds . . .


    Lovely green . . .


    Lovely berry blossoms . . .


    It has been lovely staying out in the Oregon countryside.


    Flowers everywhere . . . down in the bottom of the garden's ground cover too.


    A tiny world of flowers.


    Afternoon . . . .


    Late afternoon puffs of white . . .


    Oregon is known for its rhododendrons . . . 


    The farmhouse.


    A nutty farmer . . . er . . . a farmer of nuts.


    Some of the filbert orchards.


    Specialized filbert harvesting equipment: sweeper (left) and harvester (right)


    The last of this kind of early-blossoming flower . . .


    I was completely infatuated with these purple beauties!


    There were so many of these on one bush.




    So green . . . it becomes purple!!!


    The last of these messy orange flowers.


    Astonishing beauty!


    Ready to burst.


    Morning opening . . .


    Opening in morning's  first light . . . fully open by afternoon!


    In all phases . . .


    The center exposed.


     . . . and fully open!


    More pink wonders.


    I LOVE these happy little things . . .


    A magnificent purple Iris!


    Remarkable variety of flowers in the garden.


    Many different kinds of rhododendrons all over the garden.


    Gorgeous rhodies!


    The rhododendron must be the most 'flower-full' of all bushes!


    The variety of colors of the rhodies is amazing.


    Red rhododendrons too.


    Bright salmon-colored rhodies . . . 


    I sometimes took photos of the same flower at different times of the day . . . in different light.


    Small delicate little sprites of color!


    A spray of pretty pink flowers.


    I was sometimes surprised by new bursts of blossoms . . . where there had been none only a few days before!


    These beautiful 'ornamental cherry' flowers came right out of the trunk only a foot off the ground . . . not on the limbs and branches!


    I LOVE flowers and am always happy when I am in a garden . . .

    Hot Rods!

    I had the pleasure this past week-end to take a 1955 Chevy street rod to two different 'drive in' car shows in Olympia and Lacey, Washington State, USA.

    The Hot Rod is a distinctly American Art Form . . . stereotypically characterized by painted FLAMES.

    I saw many fine, and some famous, hot rods.

    Wild 40 Willys coupe street rod . . . WOW!

    Scalloped flames on a 1939 Ford Hot Rod.

    The '1939 Ford had a beautifully detailed, polished and painted engine.  I liked the mirror firewall.

    My friend and neighbor, Ken, had two hot rods at both shows: a flamed mint green 1935 Chevrolet and a black 1946 Chevrolet . . . both have 'chopped' tops.

    Among the traditional 'hot rods' were some very rare 'muscle cars' and more recent vintage 'street machines.'  This is a 1 of 31 made "Street 426" Dodge Polara . . . looking like new.

    For Sale - only US$100,000.oo!  Full new custom frame, new Corvette suspension, NEW steel body stampings, New interior and gauges, NEW all-aluminum 800hp big block engine and 6-speed transmission.  Essentially a brand new 1967 Chevrolet Camero.

    The engine, like everything else on the 'new' 1967 Camero, was spotless.

    These are NOT restored standard cars.  The Ford Starliner had a mega-horsepower engine and racing underpinnings.  It is a Hot Rod in sheep's clothing . . . a classic 'sleeper'!

    The nice thing about hot rod shows, and hot rodders in general, is that there are many different categories of modified cars present . . . and appreciated.  Here a very rare 1958 348 cubic inch, three carburetor V8 . . . restored and modified.

    The 'tri-power' 348ci V8 in the 1958 Chevy (above).  This car is a 'daily driver.'

    One of my favorite cars in either show: a 1956 Ford Fairlane.  The owner was an 82 year old custom car upholsterer . . . and this car had a fantastic interior!

    1956 Ford Fairlane custom interior . . . by owner.

    A 1955 Chevrolet done in the style of a 'Gasser' from an earlier era of championship drag racing.

    Another nice 1955 Chevrolet . . . a favorite car to Hot Rod when I was in high school.

    This 1955 Chevy I brought to the car shows belongs to my brother.  It has a modern 383ci V8, TH400 transmission, Ford 9" rear end, modern power disc brakes and modern power steering . . . otherwise it is all stock in appearance.  I spent weeks polishing and cleaning everything inside and out in preparation to show it.

    The engine compartment of 'my' 1955 Chevy.

    Another category of hot rod is the 'Rat Rod' . . . . ugly and untouched on the outside (left exactly as it was found in the field), but with modern high performance engine, transmission, chassis, steering and brakes.  This is a 1953 Ford pick-up.
    The interior of the Ford pick-up 'Rat Rod' had a lot of fun stuff in it!!!

    A rare body style 1949 Ford with a 'built' flathead V8.

    A beautifully prepared 4bbl flathead V8 in the 1949 Ford.

    A pair of 1939 Chevys . . . one a business coupe and one a 4-door sedan.

    A very nice 1941 Chevy with a perfect body and perfect paint.

    One of my favorite rods from the two days of shows . . . Model A pick-up.

    I like the big 'fat fendered' four door hot rods . . . so practical.

    The classic hot rod, the '32 Deuce Highboy.

    A '33 Ford full-fendered hot rod.  Nice flames . . . very traditional.

    Very nice display with this '35 Chevy . . . the burger drive-in window window tray from Bob's Big Boy.

    "Dare to be different" - 36 Plymouth hot rod.

    Another unusual make and model: a 40 Buick.

    An amazing '41 Lincoln V12.

    Everybody loves a 1959 Cadillac.  A nice collection at the parking lot car show in Lacy, Washington.

    Caddy tail lights and classic hot rods.

    "Low Rider" car culture was represented by this amazing 1964 Chevy Impala . . . it won the 'Best Engine' Trophy.

    The prize-winning engine in the 1964 Impala.  Wow!

    Car owners often displayed plaques that itemize the various modifications and custom parts.

    Certain cars from the 'Muscle Car' era are considered 'Holy Grail' cars.  This 426 Max Wedge is a Holy Grail collector car.

    Perfectly presented 426 Max Wedge engine . . . essentially a race car engine offered in a street car.

    Another of my favorite cars.  The paint and interior on this VW were absolutely amazing.

    The interior on the brown Bug.

    There was a motorcycle category at the show too . . . this Honda won the trophy.

    Another classic Deuce Highboy . . . in red.  Tidy.

    Winner, Best in Show . . . custom '49 Mercury convertible.  WOW!

    The dashboard on the Best of Show '49 Merc.

    A beautiful customized Hot Rod.  Classic!

    Another of my favorites, and winner of the Best Truck in Show, was this Ford Econoline pick-up.  It was a real crowd favorite too.

    The Ford Econoline interior.

    Cute 'eyelids'.

    Nice old Buick hot rod.

    Another Buick . . . custom Riviera.

    I had a lot of fun walking around the car shows . . . talking with the car owner/builders about their pride and joy . . . and answering questions about my brother's '55 Chevy.

    It had been many years since I attended a hot rod show . . . and now I have my fill!