The Photographer’s I: Sunset Country

In extreme northwest Victoria, Australia, where the outback begins, lies a dry eucalyptus land called Sunset Country. I have never seen this place, but the name itself is its own reward.  Imagine—the evocation of the mere word sunset. What comes to mind?  Of course dazzling reds and oranges, reflected in the water or across desert [...]

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First Sighting Pelicans: Part 1

Every rain-soaked morning we’ve watched south-flying, storm-avoiding brown pelicans. In ragged lines of ten or so, they glide along the breakers, just above the water, looking gracefully elegant. Just like the gulls, while soaring and banking occasionally northward, they’ve always returned to their southward course. At first Stan didn’t believe I was seeing pelicans. We’ve [...]

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Naming Gulls

This week, as storm after storm has churned up the coast, we have been treated to a unique daily show. Huge clumps of gulls pass by our bedroom window, all of them heading south. We conjecture they’re moving inland before the latest storm. Perhaps they all return north at night but who’s birding then? A [...]

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The Sisters

High seas and spotty rain are in the forecast today with breakers of up to 25 feet. We head north to wavewatch at the Sisters, a recent Oregon State Parks acquisition, about six miles north. The Sisters is noted only by a small  Parks sign on Rt. 101. A new coast trail marker indicates the [...]

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The Photographer’s I: Looking Around

This place we are staying on the Oregon Coast has more than generous displays of nature’s awesome face, with wild nights of Pacific wind, magnificent rolling voluptuous ocean swells, heart stopping 25 foot breakers gilded with wind-tossed foamy salt sprays, gale winds roaring and whistling through the solemn moss-padded rainforests. But in all this excitement [...]

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One Great Arc

On a January night watching the falling stars. Nesika Beach to Port Orford.       SRE

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Second Home Return

Tonight, as we leave for Oregon, I am reminded of a poem I wrote three years ago when we arrived at our “second home”—SandCliff House in Nesika Beach. SandCliff Looking North ©SR Euston

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Winter Jewels

There are only two situations in which our dog Clara will run: when she hears dog chow hit the food dish or when she gets out of the car at Ophir Beach. In summer, I imagine we could walk the miles of beach from the end of our road in Nesika north to Ophir Beach. [...]

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