Sunday was a surreal day. The wind shifted and blew the smoke from the massive forest fires of Washington and Oregon into the Portland Metro Area (Portland Oregon USA). The sunlight was yellow. Yellow sidewalks, yellow streets, yellow leaves and grass. The weather was hot and muggy.
My husband and I decided to take a drive past my parents’ old home in the country. My parents are deceased so it wasn’t like we were going to visit, but more a ride down memory lane to see how much has changed. The old homestead looks much like it did 40 years ago. The house is a different color, looks well cared for, the barns and sheds wear the same weathered look they always had. Not much has changed except for the temporary smoke laying in the valleys and across the fields like a thick fog.
As we turned around and headed for home the magic light changed into pink in the setting sun. Though the sun was actually a brilliant coral, it appears white as even in the thick smoke, the intense rays are too much for a photo. Here is my mini gallery taken with my cell phone. It was one of those times I wished I had taken a real camera with me. Even so, these are enchanting as water and sky turned pink and the close hills appear far off in the distance.
The first three photos were taken along the Willamette River just above the falls at Oregon City. The final photo shows the falls from above. The water disappears in the arc of the falls. The water spills over in a large crescent of smooth basalt. The building in the photo was a paper mill for a hundred years or so (maybe I should Google the facts on that…but maybe imagination or faulty memory of history is more fun).
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