tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post6674630200020554446..comments2024-03-26T12:44:30.308-07:00Comments on Blue Heron Blast: Oregon boundBlue Heronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13516946085702606491noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-87786393121602159432018-07-30T17:49:32.545-07:002018-07-30T17:49:32.545-07:00I thoroughly enjoyed your photos of the trip, espe...I thoroughly enjoyed your photos of the trip, especially the ones of the redwoods and the Mendocino coast. They made me quite nostalgic. I grew up in Mendocino county. Haven't been back since the early 90's. Thanks for sharing them. BTW, I also dearly love your bird photos. I never get tired of them.<br /><br />Margaret HarwoodMargaret Harwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14745392221023649658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-66631684204096476022018-07-23T18:14:24.340-07:002018-07-23T18:14:24.340-07:00The one and only time I went to Multnomah falls wa...The one and only time I went to Multnomah falls was with my ex wife and brother in the mid 80's.<br />We were driving to Milton Freewater to attend my cousin Ray's wedding, and hiked the trail to the top of the falls. When I got to the top at the overlook, there was an elderly couple standing there. I nodded at them and received a friendly greeting. The old boy proceeds to tell me a story about how the last time they were at the waterfall was in 1945. He had just returned from serving in Europe in the US Army. They had just gotten married and were on their honeymoon, were driving by and decided to hike to the top of the falls. As they neared the top of the falls on the trail, he lost his footing and took a terrible fall down the slope. He survived, but was seriously injured with numerous broken bones, and ended up spending six months in the hospital in Portland recovering. That day that we met was their 40th wedding anniversary. They appeared to have had a very happy marraige together and the old man seemed perfectly fine despite his unlucky stumble. MaxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-29804574911419707872018-07-21T15:11:39.346-07:002018-07-21T15:11:39.346-07:00Very enjoyable account and photos!!Very enjoyable account and photos!!Ken Sealshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04813240773920337414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-28171683843747821872018-07-21T06:57:13.331-07:002018-07-21T06:57:13.331-07:00Enjoyed reading of your trip, thanks. In the ‘70s ...Enjoyed reading of your trip, thanks. In the ‘70s I bicycled the entire Pacific Coast of the US, and the places you mention (Oregon central coast, Northernmost Cali) stood out as some of the prettiest parts. Very nice to be reminded of them again.island guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15159498316695030022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-19560895951516917722018-07-20T18:44:03.231-07:002018-07-20T18:44:03.231-07:00But one COULD live entirely on crab! This was such...But one COULD live entirely on crab! This was such an enjoyable read, Robert, even if it weren't such a profitable show. You profited in so many other ways--clearly. Some stunning shots as usual, my favorite one of the coast, its lilt of the land and sea with something akin to queen anne's lace in the foreground. Gorgeous. A place to die at. Worry for the little seal. Hope he did make it. In one photo he has drool coming from his mouth. Normal? Stress? Here's hoping he swam off into the deep blue. Your eating journey always parallels your road trips in importance. A bit like our own Anthony Bourdain but breathing thankfully. How ever do you eat so much and so fine and stay as svelt as you do? I should follow you, carrying your bags so I can learn your secret. (Only the birds and Leslie know!)Isaknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8786764158320829279.post-70413808890031483042018-07-20T16:21:43.622-07:002018-07-20T16:21:43.622-07:00Nothing like forgetting the camera to tripod inter...Nothing like forgetting the camera to tripod interface plate. I think I have forgotten just about every little peripheral camera doodad at one point or another. I think that has something to do with me finally going to a very simple minimalist outfit with as` few parts as possible. Everything fails or gets lost (My digital camera is down, so now I am on film.). It does tend to remind me that photography is primarily an art of observation not of technology and that, used within its limits, any camera can make grand images if the observer has her brain switched on. PS Cali was very smart in going slow with legal pot. Jon Harwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07167557407360477540noreply@blogger.com