kayak afternoon

I’m back…
I just processed a few photos I took a week or two ago down at the foot of the bridge that crosses the Mighty Big river (call it Columbia if you will). Mark and some friends had gone out to surf the clapotis (no, it’s not just a scarf) and I wanted to see if I could capture some of the fun with my new camera.

three boats

silhouette

matthew

mark
now there’s a happy Mark.

more on my flickr.

I do think I will start in on the 365 days diary. I have been enjoying pictures that much.

now it's a dance blog…

So my little holiday in the warm glow of the woodstove is about to come to an end. Phone and power are back up in Astoria, although I don’t know if my house is back on the grid, and I need to work tonight…

I have had a lovely visit to the country!

I cast on for a dinky-dong project while out here. Looking through the available yarns, donated needles in hand, completely underwhelmed by the acrylics kindly given to me by a friend of my brother-in-law, and then it hit me. Dancegear! So, a skein of Paton’s Canadiana is becoming a pair of ankle warmers for dance class, and the red Red Heart bulky fuzzy shit is going to become either a warm-up sweater or shorts, not sure which yet. One of the women in my ballet class is a knitter and is always rockin some handknit legwarmers or warmup shorts (based on EZ’s leggings no less!)

Did I mention I have been immersing myself in the world of dance? Let it be known! I finally have the self-confidence and the resources (ie, there are classes in my area) to pursue this which I have (and my hips) have been desiring all these years. So, this translates into two ballet classes/week, and various explorations of movement in my daily life. Looking at spaces as potential performance spaces. I am reading and thinking about choreography (that would be Modern dance, not ballet) and on sunday, I travel with Paul to Portland to Performance Works Northwest to participate in The Tuning Score, assuming I was able to get the day off of work.
I am exhilarated and nervous about this new venture. As for Mark, he says, “Going through a mid-life crisis, Shan?” funny guy!
Naturally I am thinking about costuming possibilites.

Mark needs this computer, so I will be making this post short.

post-storm post

humungous storm

We just had a beautiful tremendous storm that has our power out even now, several days later…
an “extratropical cyclone,” they say. The flash that I saw sunday night (and thought, “no, there shouldn’t be lightning”) was one of the transformers blowing out. I love to see transformers blowing…

I am in the country now, basking in the world of electricity, woodstove, brought some stout in from town so I’m good to go!

This is the first storm season that I have been living totally dependent on grid power, and it is a bit humbling. My new house has electric cooking and sans electricity, there’s no hot food, but I’m not complaining. The owners of my work establishment (shall I call them bosses) were so generous to open up their doors to all off us “in the family” who needed a place to cook and so forth. It has been a bonding time.

High points of the storm: heading up to Paul’s 8th floor apartment on sunday afternoon to listen to the wind, thinking about environment=instrument, and my question was, “Is one environment or instrument?” and Paul’s answer was “both?”
Maybe it didn’t go quite like that but something… (the stout is getting in the way)

Walking Monday morning with the girls in the 80 (or higher) mph gusts, learning how to keep from being blown over (back to the wind and squat down).

Sitting for an hour in a line for gasoline, not that I really needed gasoline, but I wanted the experience. Why was this a high point? (especially as the pump I was in line for ran out exactly when I got to it)
Humans here don’t seem to have many outlets for their wildness, and this kind of event brings people to their edge, the edge of their comfort zone. It doesn’t take much to push them, and I spent the hour waiting for fuel listening to the human storm raging around me… like a carnival, but more frightening.

Community. How many ways can I count my appreciation for the informal family I have stepped into and helped to create on our small block in Astoria? My heart goes out…

So, a snippet of video that Mark shot standing on a porch on the mouth of Skamokawa creek on Monday morning. Looking away from the river. The wind combined with an ebb tide made for some high drama. I was several miles downriver from where this was filmed.

Speaking of film, between the time of this post and the last, I had flash moment in which my fear of taking photos was diminished if not erased. Thanks go out to soph of stitch blog for her diy camera school. It pushed me over the edge into understanding.
Sadly, I left the camera in town, but you will have photos. Oh will you ever, I promise.