Five minutes on “view.”
The sun comes up across the river every morning. On June 21 or so, it rises at its most northward, almost directly across the river behind the outline of the technical college campus. Then the rising point slowly migrates to the right, down the ridge line, along the far horizon. By December 21 or so, it’s traveled 45 (?) degrees, coming up behind buildings downtown. Then it makes its slow return.
The view is what sold me on this hillside apartment: panoramic, forest in one direction, city in the other, neighborhood down below, and the steady flow of time in the river. Hawks fly at eye level and the cry of the red-tail never fails to thrill me. White pelicans parade down the river in the morning, back upriver in the afternoon. Vultures spiral on the thermals. Once hot air balloons came past in a race, and a few stragglers ended up landing in the soccer fields below. Once a heron flew by.
Well, as always, there’s more I could say — something about Virginia Woolf, something about taking the long view — but I’ll let this one be an excuse to post some pictures. Let the view speak for itself.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday.