Rest-N-Ravages

 Journey to Moclips By the Sea

Moonstone Beach Motel... home for two lovely nights of rest.

 

                                            Pickles loved running on the beach.

We met a man trying to rescue a wooden ship from a watery grave.

My favorite haunt in Aberdeen

"We work, we play...

the ravage of time marks

The march of the day."

  

I found a Motel named after me... and another  sign for my collection.

             6-15-11                 

Road Sign Additions

Shining, faded, battered or abandoned, I love collecting pictures of vintage signs.

 Here are a few I have captured in the last couple of months.

Westport Washington

5-9-10

Orting 6-26-10

Morton 6-26-10

Chelan 7-31-10

Dryden 7-31-10

Bremerton / Manette 8-8-10

Caravan Cut

I know I've said it before but I love Americana! Nothing thrills me more when I'm out on a leasurly drive than coming upon a roadside oddity. A few months back while crusing back roads of the Olympic Penninsula I was surprised by this...

I clicked a few pics with digital and  film and filed the memory under fun things I need to do soon...

"Get my hair cut inside this silver beauty"

Indrya' the owner of A Hair Stream Salon was fun to work with,

putting me right at ease with here gentle touch and tales of world travel.

The retro waiting area is bright and cheerful, and my haircut was just what I wanted.

So if you are ever near the little town of Vaughn, keep an eye out for the Hair Stream.

Or give Indrya' a call and file your own roadside memory.

“Who Knows Where the Time Goes”

There is a song by Judy Collins with that title and it still sends me back to younger and less complicated times.
I have the pleasure of celebrating the graduation of several beautiful girls this week. The most near to my heart is my niece Ryann who will take her diploma from the same hallowed halls that I walked when I was looking out upon a road full of possibility.
This of course got me thinking back to where and what I was doing the year of my graduation
So please indulge me in the stroll, allow me to weave a memory of the year 1980.

It was a year of reward…

My parents and I on the day I was chosen Washington’s top soprano at the WMEA state solo contest singing Rossini's 

"Una Voce Poco Fa"

It was the year I learned to ride a lawnmower instead of pushing one,

but I never learned to like my picture being taken.

On a cool June evening, wearing Pioneer red and black

I sang “Who Know Where the Time Goes” before receiving my diploma from Omak High.

It was a year of reaching new heights…

I captured this view from the top of the Empire State looking out toward the Twin Towers.

and flying far afield…

Versailles Gardens with other members of the “America’s Youth in Concert” choir on our month long trip through Europe

And it was a year of Love…

My Michael & I with the Harley of course

Happy Graduation dear Ryann

may your year be full of sweet memory.

Ryann Joy Hill

Been a Long Time Coming

My creative juices have a tendency sometimes dry up for a season. I will start a project and months or years later find myself picking it up again only to be surprised how much time has really past. I think that is one of the things I love about cameras. They capture the moment and hold it there suspended in time until you discover it anew.
When my daughter returned from living in London in 2004 she brought me back a vintage Kodak Cresta to add to my collection.

This camera has sat on my shelf since then except for a few outings but I could not recall where I took it or what snippets of time it held inside.
Recently I decided to ramp up my camera collecting and with that my old dream of developing at home. Inside Cresta was a roll of Arista 127 black and white I had loaded back in 2005. I gave it 4 minutes at 68 degrees with Kodak HC 110 solution B, the images were overexposed and a bit shaky, probably due to a sticky shutter, but with a little tweaking at last the story of the Cresta roll is revealed.
The first images were from a trip we took down 101 on the Oregon Coast.

Umpqua River Lighthouse

Paradise Café, Port Orford, Oregon

Sometime in 2006 or 2007 I took the camera on a day trip to Sequim, Washington.

Old Dungeness Schoolhouse

Then on my daughter’s wedding day I grabbed the camera and captured this shot of her vintage wedding dress.

Shelby in front of the Courthouse 

And finally  some of the images I took recently to finish out the roll so I could develop.

Harper, Washington 

            Retsil Cemetry Port Orchard, Washington

Slept In a Wigwam Lately?

A line in a song by the Judds tells us, “There’s a blacktop road, faded center line. It can take you back to the place but it can’t take you back in time.” Most roads and most days I would have to agree. But there is one road, the “Mother Road” that could be the exception to the rule. Driving along this ribbon of asphalt the imaginative eye can peer beyond the ravages of time. For an evening I’m a child again, giddy with the possibility of sleeping in a giant concrete tee pee.

$57.75 buys us a night in #3 complete with a key that’s not a card.

Inside we are greeted by furnishings of wood, branch and formica. The tiny bath is tiled in red and white.

Even the view from the diamond window seems to look backward in time.

As I watch the new day dawn, I almost believe It is 1966. Here I stand a wide eyed five year old, ripe with excitement for what lies around the next bend of Route 66.

Wigwam Village #6 Holbrook Arizona

November 2009