The Narrative Image

Mt. Adams from Goldendale Everyone is a time traveler. The trick to time travel is figuring out how to change direction. Light that set out 36.7 years ago from the red-giant star, Arcturus, finally shows up in the big telescope at the Goldendale observatory. The image I see is a view of a past that existed when I was 12. It’s one way to look back in time. Descending into the gorge at Maryhill, a massive basalt layer cake tells a hard to believe story of a lava covered Oregon – a glimpse into deep geologic time. Mt. Hood in the distance Here and there on the canvas of eroding basalt, people from the past drew images and symbols that turned out to be concurrent in time with the unexpected collision of European and native cultures (both micro and macro). I was able to find this gallery of images by carefully scrutinizing the information available in an Oregon Archaeological Society Press Publication called Visions in the Mist: The Rock Art of Celilo Falls, ...

Plans are the outlines of narratives cast into the future…subject to change. Early Saturday morning, my brother Fred and I had to resort to one less car than planned upon. Our daring river assault on the gates of hell… Hell’s Gate …morphed into a more pedestrian exploration of Horsethief Lake. Horsethief Butte At first, I didn’t even know I had a brother Fred until I found various historical documents. But that’s another story. Family Photo Front center: Haley Back Row, Left to Right: Roland, Fred, Scott, Dexter, Rose, Troy, Henry, Pa and Ma Luckily, Fred is a master brewer and also generous in nature. Here you can see Fred loading his kayak with home-made beer. Halfway up Horsethief Butte, it became evident that the name “Horsethief Lake” uses the term “lake” somewhat liberally. “Horsethief-little-bit-of-Columbia-River-trapped-by-a-railroad” with unfamiliar east side (at least to me) of Mt. Hood in background. In the olden days, before European immigrants swept across the continent...