Partnach Gorge, Carved by Nature and Man: 2009 - 6

When does the photographer no longer become the viewer but the viewed? When does the photographer's superficial examination penetrate too deep and he becomes part of the subject? How is it possible to edit a photograph that has already been committed to memory?

Sunflower with Bee

This is one of the many flowers in the Oregon State Master Gardener's garden at the Washington County Fairplex, Hillsboro, Oregon during the County Fair at the end of July and start of August.

Red Roses of the Northwest Early Summer

Don't Worry, He Spit Me Out.

Sunlight Playing on Vine Maple, Tualatin Hills Nature Park

Cecelia at PDX Before Flying to Germany in Spring 2009

Julie at the Astoria Column, Astoria, Oregon

At PDX

Julie's Black Bunny Girl

This is Julie's Black Bunny Girl. She is still waiting for an official name. Her ears are very big and she seems to be a ball of energy.

Oregon's Coast Range during an early Spring Storm

Two Heads are Better Than One...Yep!

Two Heads are Better Than One...Huh?

Black Feather

One of our favorite rabbits. He is probably going to be our next house rabbit. The nice thing is he does not chew things up. JACK!

"You're So Weird". And your point is?

Mutts

Here are a couple mutts at the Bonnie Hayes Animal Shelter in Hillsboro, Oregon. It's not easy trying to be a boxer.

Trying out a Cheshire Cat smile. OK, I need a lot of work on it. This is a mural at the Bonnie Hayes Animal Shelter in Hillsboro, Oregon. Very "folk artish".

This was our Muddy Face. Sometimes there's a "one-of-a-kind" pet which is what he was. He was such a funny rabbit and made a wonderful pet for all of us. He overcame a lot of adversity to survive as long as he did which may have made him even more special. It is true with people too, of course.

This is one of my favorite Rabbit-Human photos with Carla and our giant rescue rabbit, Augustina. She would jump like a dog when she saw us coming to pet her. We had her for a couple years after being rescued from the Fernhill Wetlands where someone apparently dumped her. She had a litter which produced two bunnies that looked like her and one a pure black with flecks of white. We kept him and Carla named him Black Feather. We lost Augustina without warning during the first heat wave this year. It was a very sad day when we came home from work and discovered she had died. The other 4 rabbits, Black Feather, Po, Annabelle, and Jack are doing fine. We will always miss our favorites: Athens, Pinky, Heather, Augustina, and everyone's favorite, Muddy Face. They have been great pets. The list will grow.

Jack Rabbit, a house rabbit who gets to explore out in the backyard occasionally seen here on a hot July weekend. He is under the holly tree considering his next move like a chess player, trying to avoid the inevitable capture. He is 98% flee and 2% fight, like most rabbits.