Nourishment. When I came upon this site one early February morning I immediately thought that this is how it must have looked here on the coast for hundreds of years.

Of course, this morning I had to dodge all kinds of wild rambles, a parking lot, a cliff side hotel and a dog patiently waiting in the back of the jeep—she really wanted to go home or go swimming, if only mom would make up her mind.

Conversely, long ago someone else would have stood on this hill over looking the Siuslaw River by their horse or wagon—and perhaps would also have had a trusty companion waiting to go swimming, too. But their view would only have been the vast forest and river below them. A small town might have been emerging on the other side as a seaport, a logging town, a commercial hub for the different folks seeking out a new life in the rugged Pacific Northwest.

Nevertheless I would imagine that no matter how many years have passed since another person stood on that same hill, we both were feeling the same—we were witnessing the wonders of nature—the constant cycle of the ocean, the river, the rains, the cooling and heating of the earth, the moon cycles, all lending a hand to the fog and marine layers that ebb in and out most of the year.

Fog—Nourishment for the trees and an artist´s eye.