Category Archives: Washington

Weekly Photo Challenge: Orange

The Painted Hills of Oregon: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Painted_Hills

Sunrise over Idaho from Steptoe Butte: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steptoe_Butte

Monks and Novices waiting for the Esala to start: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bellanwila_Rajamaha_Viharaya

Glass Is the Most Magical of All Materials — Dale Chihuly

Sandra and I went on an outing to Lake Union/Queen Anne Hill in Seattle last week. One excellent stop was the Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibit at Seattle Center. Didn’t think to lug my DSLR along but I grabbed a few shots with my iPhone. I have visited the Museum of Glass at the Tacoma Art Museum (see photo gallery at bottom of this page) but except for the experience of setting right behind the artists in the live Hot Shop, I think the Garden and Glass to be the more impressive exhibit.

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From beginning to end the Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibition balances on the extremes of what is possible in the artform of blown glass as well as expanding into the myriad ways of displaying it. Since the 1970s Chihuly has devoted himself to years of experimentation and through this dedication has succeeded in stretching the limits of glassworking. His creations are monuments to progress of the arts when pursued passionately and whole-heartedly.

 Eight large rooms compose the indoor exhibit and you can find high quality photographs and descriptions of each on the Chihuly Garden and Glass website.  There is also a Theater showing Chihuly’s hot shop process in action, interviews and a showcase of installations around the world. And of course the amazing Glasshouse and Garden ensures your experience ends with a “Wow!”

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Hot Shop at the Glass Museum: Tacoma, WA

The Sentinel

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The Wind-Swept Wheat

By Mary Ainge De Vere (“Madeline Bridges”)

Faint, faint and clear,
Faint as the music that in dreams we hear
Shaking the curtain-fold of sleep,
That shuts away
The world’s hoarse voice, the sights and sounds of day,
Her sorry joys, her phantoms false and fleet,—
So softly, softly stirs
The wind’s low murmur in the rippled wheat.

From west to east
The warm breath blows, the slender heads droop low
As if in prayer;
Again, more lightly tossed in merry play,
They bend and bow and sway
With measured beat,
But never rest,—through shadow and through sun
Goes on the tender rustle of the wheat.

Dreams more than sleep
Fall on the listening heart and lull its care;
Dead years send back
Some treasured, unforgotten tune.
Ah, long ago,
When sun and sky were sweet,
In happy noon,
We stood breast-high, mid waves of ripened grain,
And heard the wind make music in the wheat.

Not for to-day—
Not for this hour alone—the melody
So soft and ceaseless thrills the dreamer’s ear:
Of all that was and is, of all that yet shall be,
It holds a part.
Love, sorrow, longing, pain,
The restlessness that yearns,
The thirst that burns,
The bliss that like a fountain overflows,
The deep repose,
Good that we might have known, but shall not know,
The hope God took, the joy He made complete,—
Life’s chords all answer from the windswept wheat!

Each year I travel to the Palouse region of eastern Washington for a few days to photograph the wheat harvest. This photo is from a few years ago and was taken near Washtucna on Route 26. I’m already looking forward to another trip in July. You can see more of my photos from this region at http://robertsjohnj.smugmug.com/Galleries/Washington-Wheatlands/12908211_z444Kb