Lights Along the Lake

Lights Along The Lake

The tradition of illuminating the eastern shore of Onondaga Lake in Liverpool, NY is in its seventeenth year now. It is a delightful way to spend an hour or so and here are some photographs of what you can expect to see.

Enter

A fantasy land of incandescence awaits to delight you

An illuminated outpost welcomes the traveller

Candy Cane delivery

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Images of Christmas Suspended in Space

The Casbah:

an oasis of light

Christmas Spirits Arriving

And the Cleavers too!

A Tightrope walker comes for the festivities

Toyland

PEACE!

Photographs taken by my sister and myself copyright by David H. Roche 2006. Text by David H. Roche

The Light Shining Through

This old barn has caught my attention of late. I have photographed it often in the recent past. This evening at dusk just before sunset I went out with my camera to see what I would find. I found the old barn as usual and noticed a speck of light shining through it. It was something I had not noticed before. It certainly has to do with the time of day. The light was coming from the west side and shining through the window on the east. I took these photographs.

I found that the window in the barn actually peers through one side of the barn and out of the other; perhaps it is not a window on the other side, but a hole made by the passage of time.

I see a metaphor of many things with the old barn having served its usefulness; full of accumulated junk and now the light shining through.

On my 60th birthday I feel an affinity with the old wreck of a barn and sense the light shining through myself.

Soon the night will come.

And the morning must of necessity follow.

Photographs and text copyright by David H. Roche 2006

The Barn and its Dance on the Corner

At dawn the world begins,

the things hidden in the night

return again.

..

The barn on the corner

emerges by degrees
from the darkness.

The colors

are hidden in the sun

and daylight paints the barn with

different nuances every day.

It is put together by means of timber frame construction, a technique that has been dated to ancient Egypt and achieving it's final technical form in the 14th century. The timber frame construction is so durable that buildings made with this technique a thousand years ago are still in use today.

Its frame is made of rough cut logs, hand chiseled to the necessary size with mortise and tenon joints fastened with wooden pins hammered through the ends to hold the structure solidly together.

For a period of time in the 19th century and into the 20th century the construction style was abandoned in favor of 2 x 4's and nails, along with concrete and sheet metal for siding. But a renewed interest in the timber frame construction resumed in the 1960's for housing construction owing to it's ability to provide large spacious living areas.

This barn has been on the hilltop at the intersection of Silver st. and Townline rd. for at least 80 years, and is a stable reassuring presence reflecting an era that has passed. It has been almost as much a part of the landscape as the hills and the horizons.

Each morning it reappears. Each night it slips into the darkness. This is its dance.

Text and photographs copyright 2006 by David H. Roche

Along the Roadside

The barn on the corner is at least 80 years old,
young for some of those like it..
It is a timber frame construction. The support beams
are rough hewn portions of what were once tree trunks
and joined with mortise and tenon joints and secured with a hardwood peg.

Timber frame construction is said to have originated as early as 500 BC and reached its present stage of development in the 13th century. Buildings constructed by this method 1000 years ago are still in use today.

In the 1800's with the advent of mass production techniques the standard style of framing used commonly today with 2x4's and nails became the construction standard. But in the 1960's timber frame construction was revived. It's capability to provide a large open living area, with high cathedral type ceilings has proven to be an attractive incentive for choosing this type of construction.

Concerning this particular barn and it's presence on the corner the boards on the outside are a pale faded red and bare in spots; when the sun shines on it at different times of the day it's surface takes on different hues.

It is a sturdy solid relic, an anomaly among the modern barns made of
concrete, treated lumber and flimsy sheetmetal panels.

It seems to owe its existence to the sunrise...

as it emerges from the darkness and

assumes its place on the corner

for another day.

With the sunrise comes

the colors.

.

Scarlet sumac

in the rose colored light

of a new day makes a breathtaking

sight at sunrise.

The Barn and Its Moods

The barn sits on this corner.
An intersection
where three roads converge
at the top of a hill.

It manifests a silent presence.

Inside, the main timbers are sturdy remnants of tree trunks that long ago were supported by roots producing leaves, and shade. Today, though long dead they still retain their strength and provide a suitable frame for what we can see.

On the outside the barn presents itself differently at different times of the day. In the photograph above it is evening. The mellow sunlight baths it with a soft hue.

Before sunrise,

when the night is leaving

and the day is coming another mood

seems to take possession of it...

... and in the rain yet another aspect comes into play. Light and form become more stark,
more vivid and distinct.








In the sunlight...

... or in the moonlight

I find it there; so much a part

of the landscape it is like a neighbor.

Photographs and text by David H. Roche Copyright 2006

Highway to the Clouds

We started off from our motel at Woodland Washington and got onto Interstate 5.

Right from the beginning there was a sense of the fabulous beauty we would find once we arrived in the mountains.

The Native Americans of the Pacific Northwest viewed the mountains as Gods who provided the abundance of life and which also had rivalries between each other. Upon arriving among them it is understandable that they would be regarded as deities. With no television or news, no radio or sounds other than that of nature, their presence is overwhelming and awe inspiring. If you listen you can hear them speak.

There are three rivers that descend

from Mt. St. Helens.

The river beds are still loaded with volcanic ash; we drove alongside this one on the way to the summit.

The road to the last of three observatories climbed up and into the clouds.

The expanse of the wilderness

was breathtaking.








We crossed this bridge ....

...and entered the clouds.

Most of the day was gray and drizzling. Some times the ran stopped, but it rarely cleared. We stopped at three Mt. St. Helens information locations on the way to the top. Each had day by day measurements and representations of what the mountain was experiencing the days preceding the eruption on May 18th 1980 and the catastrophic results that ensued as well as current seismographic readings and information about the possibility of future eruptions.

This is the wall of the last of the three

observatories with the designation of Mt St. Helens on it.

Inside was this massive tree trunk. It was easily three and one half feet in diameter and was salvaged and used to show the tremendous power of the volcano. Despite millions of dollars of reforestation efforts the effects of the volcano in 1980 were still plainly visible on the sides of some mountains.

In the observatory there is a theatre and a film is shown periodically throughout each day that documents the days leading up to the eruption. Behind the screen there is a window and curtains that are opened after the film to allow the audience to look out and see Mt. St. Helens in the distance framed in the window. Because of the rain and low clouds we did not have this opportunity.

This photograph was taken in back of the observatory overlooking the valley and mountain ranges in the distance. Despite the clouds it was beautiful and awe inspiring.

Text and photographs Copyright by David H. Roche 2006

Haystack Rock on the Oregon Coast

The Pacific is a presence
that captures your mind when you first see it.
On clear days it is pale blue
and speaks of peace and tranquility ....

On days when the

weather is overcast it
becomes sullen and
green, capped with white
frothy waves.

We've come to Cannon Beach to see the monolith known as 'Haystack Rock'. As luck would have it my girl friend and I came to the 'Rock' at the time of a 'minus' tide. This meant that the 'Rock' and its environs were completely accessible.

The 'Rock' rises from the sea floor to a height, when the tide is out, of 235 feet. At its base there is some of the most interesting sea life in the pools that surround it at low tide. These are able to be observed and photographed. Visitors are asked not to touch or interfere with wild life.







In the distance Haystack rock appears.

It was a beautiful warm late April day and there was a 'minus' tide which allowed us to come right up to the 'Rock' itself with little more than slightly wet feet.

The 'Rock' rises abruptly from the ocean floor to a height of 235'. It is a basalt sea stack as are the 'Needles' that appear close by it. The 'Rock' is one of the world's largest naturally occurring monoliths. It is a refuge for several sea birds that return there season after season to breed among these are: Tufted Puffins, Pelagic Cormorants, Pigeon Guillemots, and Western Gulls.


The tidal pools provide an opportunity to observe marine life. Today, with a 'minus' tide we are able to see up close this guy, a starfish. The tidal pools are designated a 'Marine Garden', and as such receive protection from intrusion. You will be fined for disturbing the wildlife here.

I was amazed at the variety of color all over the tidal pool area. Different shades of color and distinct hues were everywhere. A pink starfish clings to the underside of a rock in a tidal pool at the base of 'Haystack Rock'

Behind me is one of the 'Needles'. There are two of them in total and are comprised of the same upward jutting of basalt rock from the ocean floor and provide an eye catching marvel to hold your attention.

Clouds and More

Clouds ...
an ocean in the sky.


















The clouds bring
rivers ...

... and lakes.

The clouds,
the earth, the sea
and sky
become an endless loop.






There are ways but the Way is uncharted;
There are names but not nature in words:
Nameless indeed is the source of creation
But things have a mother and she has a name.
(first verse of Tao Te Ching by Raymond B. Blakney)

http://www.mountainman.com.au/tao_1_9.html

Text and photographs are copyright 2006 David H. Roche except for quotation from Tao Te Ching translated by Raymond B. Blakney

More Clouds

I'm fascinated
by clouds


















Clouds are a lot like ...
you and me.


They seem to come from
nowhere
















And then they're gone...