It Always Feels Like the First Spring to Me, Every Year

Last year’s peony, I can still smell its faint perfume. Now, the peony bushes are growing by leaps and bounds just outside my office, pre-blossoms, covering even the sidewalk with shiny, long-tongued leaves.

HIgh Prairie Pre-Dawn Near Oakridge, Oregon.

I’ve come to love driving in the wee hours. There’s a time before the sun comes up when it’s easy to think that the world is in order, and all is ok – for a moment, at least. This was so out in the middle of the forest that I was able to stop in the middle of the street and snap a couple quick shots. The lines all taking the viewer to the right and out of view are delicious to my eyes. The blur, the fog – or clouds at ground level, road striping in focus, other elements blurry as if suggested, not recorded by a camera make this an interesting image for me, peaceful.

I was on a job that had me driving at this time of morning often, all around the Willamette Valley and beyond. It was great for the driving and world-watching, less so for the sitting in a Prius like a part of the machine for long shifts. If I had only one image from that time, that job, I would want it to be this image. Luckily, it was ten months of dawn mists on coastal rivers and pretty forests. You’ve been warned!

Author: Martha in the Moment

Just another human navigating this crazy era, trying to make sense of the lightning-fast changes that keep coming at all of us. Benedictions, all.

2 thoughts on “It Always Feels Like the First Spring to Me, Every Year”

  1. That was one of the things that I loved about working overnight patrol shifts. Watching dawn break, especially in the late spring through summer and into fall. I was unable to capture, photographically, the image at Dillard Rd. and Hwy 99 of the sunrise, swale fog, and the camas in the field at the south east corner of that intersection. That would be worth your time and effort…


    1. Thank you, Xenatuba! I love it up there, and you are so right – when you can get a view of the low-lying morning fog still sitting over the swale and river it is special. Please keep the suggestions coming! I keep a list in my head of places I need to get back to, shots I’ve seen but couldn’t stop.


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