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.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Sunday With the Salmon 

Today we went to Eagle Creek. The world is golden. Decaying. Glorious. I was able to stay out of my anxiety-ridden mind for a time and walk the walk. Slip-sliding on mud-covered rocks. Color of ash. Seagulls called out (nearly in glee it seemed) at the sight of the salmon carnage, quester after quester (pilgrim after pilgrim) laid out on the light-gray stones like clay art pieces ready to be fired—or corpses ready to be cremated. The stream gurgled around it all. Humans scurried toward it, too, oblivious of the end, caught up in the sheer awesome beauty of the salmon.

After about an hour of walking, we got to this waterfall—or near it. Metlako Falls. These next few photos were taken by Mario Milosevic.
falls

Sap from old growth.
pine sap

Rebar entanglement. This trail is very high up and narrow. People have slipped and died on this trail. So I hope this rebar is very entangled.
rebar entanglement

We were hoping for some perspective from this photo. We're over 1,000 feet up.
not falling

I took the salmon photos. You can see the seagulls and the people.
fall and humans

View from above.
salmon clutch

More salmon.
sunday salmon group

You can really see the flesh coming off of them now. In this photo, you can hardly tell it's in water.
sunday salmon
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 10/23/2005 07:44:00 PM
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