In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Monday, October 31, 2005

Sunday at Catherine Creek 

On Sunday, Mario and I walked Catherine Creek. The creek bed is dry. Everything is dry and crackly in this pine-oak woodland—we've always called it high desert but Russ Jolley says not. Feels like desert. The scrub oaks look more gnarled than usual. The poison oak is nearly invisible. We walked a loop, down and across the creek, past the corral and old barn which has finally fallen this year, up past the arch and up to the top of the arch, looking down at the corral, then toward the river. Following the path. Following the path. Following the path. Then we drove to Maryhill Museum for the Day of the Dead celebration and the clouds came in, and suddenly Mount Hood in the distant was more muted and mysterious than ever.

(I'm trying the photos from this walk as a slideshow on Flicker. Let me know if it doesn't work!)
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 10/31/2005 07:58:00 PM
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Beautiful shots Kim. Thanks!

By Anonymous Steve R, at 10:56 PM  

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