Author: egghill
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Victoria, British Columbia
Over a century ago, Jennie Butchart began building what is now one of the world’s premier floral show gardens.
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Drive-bys in Washington
The photos in this segment of my Washington adventure should all be considered drive-bys. Being able to be a passenger instead of the driver in the car and then being on a ferry for two hours and forty minutes allowed me the leisure of not having to do anything but point the camera. My recent…
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Death Valley – Day 2
Day 2 of my recent trip to Death Valley was a homeward driving-day. The other photographers stayed another day to capture that ever-elusive stunning dawn shot of the Mesquite Dunes. Click on Death Valley – Day 1 to refresh your memory of the first day. There were beautiful clouds – instead of the almost constant blue…
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Grape 7/22
Mom was a dairy farmer most of her life. One of 13, she would rather be in the barn with her Dad, but she still learned how to feed a family. She would throw the bales, and shovel the meal from the cart, carry the milk buckets, fill the cans. After the milking, she’d drive…
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Death Valley – Day 1
If you’ve followed my recent posts, you know that this is my third trip to Death Valley in just over a month and the second trip was snow, so it hardly counts since we didn’t actually cross the two mountain ranges to get into the valley. The park is close enough that visits in late fall, winter…
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Death Valley and beyond
Open on a big computer with good internet signal, if possible! Please me know if this post was too long (took too long to open all these photos). Three weeks ago and then two weeks ago, I traveled to Death Valley for half-day trips (it’s only 2 hours from me). The intent was to photograph…
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Writing 201: Poetry, Fingers
Keys on a piano, a clarinet, a typewriter, a computer keyboard all played by my fingers. Fingers that sewed a sampler when baby brother was born Fingers that learned too early how to sew baby blankets Fingers that entwined curls on a curly-headed daughter, now comb her curly-headed daughter. Struggling with words, shy, bashful, unsure, Can…
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Writing 201: Poetry
The assignment for the weekend was to post a link to a favorite poem. It just happened that today’s poem on The Writer’s Almanac is one of them – click on the first link, then click The Writer’s Almanac: Edna St. Vincent Millay: What My Lips Have Kissed Enjoy the poem, and let’s see what…
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Writing 201: Poetry: Fog
The sun peeking over the horizon with gentle breeze rising Shines lightly on the bridge below the rocky ridge Who knew that this lonely road would bring me to this sacred lode of beauty unsurpassed to listen feel the fog on brow to christen The quiet is broken by coyote talk: gather the clan, melt…
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