Saturday, May 09, 2015

The Symphony of Creation

He sits alone.

Strategically and sometimes wildly transcribing the notes so real in his head to a crumpled scribbled meager piece of paper. The work is intense beauty. A masterpiece from a master's head. From his heart.

Every note. Every pause. Every strum, beat and breath of every instrument must be painstakingly transcribed to come together into one stunning heart-stopping masterpiece.

And then...he puts down the pen and sighs, "It is good."

but it is not the end.

The symphony has been laid out in a line of black and white. The beginning to the end...masterfully transcribed and finished.

And then...

The master re-emerges and with hands raised he begins. Swift, dancing movements up and down, soft and striking. Directing and interpreting each note as the players follow his every movement. Subtle. Strong. Once more his heart flows out of his hands until the final note is played under his direction.

At another time...
They sat alone.

Strategically and wildly putting into place the plan in Their mind. In Their heart. An intense beauty. A masterpiece from the Master.

Every star. Every eruption. Every change, cell and breath of every creature must be planned to come together into one stunning heart-stopping masterpiece.

He rests. It is good.

But it is not the end.

Creation...the work of the Master has been laid out in a beautiful timeline. Beginning to end. Incomprehensible. Finished.

The Creator does not leave. Each sparrow that falls, each changing cell, each child He watches, directs, orchestrates through the timeline of His perfect plan.  The tense notes, the sharp notes, all beautifully fashioned into a Symphony of Creation.

Sunday, May 03, 2015

Town 11: Daysville

A little ways down the Highway from Mitchell we stopped at Daysville. A tad bit contrived, but holding that classic charm that shouts "we used to be a legitimate town of Western Lore" 

Storefronts:


Bass Reeves in Action


ha ha.


These Two.


We stopped in at the Dayville Mercentile to find all of those "candies from the past." 
Candy sticks and gum cigs. Oh the memories. 


And also...an old time horse. 




Goodbye quaint old once-upon-a-time town. 


Local: Store worker. 
Keepsake: Arrowhead from the store

Town 10: Mitchell

Traveling East en route to Idaho we decided to take the "Business Loop" through Mitchell. 
This ranks as MY favorite-so-far town.


A lady saw us "milling about" and let us into the closed restaurant. 
She was prepping for dinner service. 


"Business Loop"


There we are, folks. Main Street.


Apparently...according to the locals...this place is hopping in the summer. 
Gateway to the Painted Hills.


This building has seen many days. 


Judy came out of the diner and called hello...so we visited for awhile. 


They are trying to bring the town back. 
This one is for sale. 
Way overpriced according to Judy.


Yes. My favorite so far. 




A quick play at the park before hours more in the van. 
...waiting for Lily...who decided it may be too high.


Local: Judy
Souvenir: small glass bottle 

Towns 6-9: Tangent, Shed, Halsey and Harrisburg

A short trip down south on HWY 99E took us on a fun adventure with lessons on small towns of the past and what was important to them.

First stop...five miles out of Albany...Tangent.

Tangent was named for its long stretch of railroad. Named after the mathematical tangent.

Another of Grandpa's old shops


Also in the "history books" for Tangent was the story of a prominent man who, upon his death, left everything to the city AND Kitty Kat. The city was to provide for Kitty Kat until her death. We found her grave.


And then we found a cat. 


After a nice lunch in the park...


And a short walk around the railroad tracks...




We were ready to make our way town 99. 

Souvenir: Railroad Tie
Local: The cat. ;)

Next stop: Thompson's Mill...previous location of Shed

In all my years in the area, all the field trip opportunities there, I have NEVER visited. 

Don't miss this one. 

There were nice chickens on the other side of a fence.


And then one jumped. 


They were very friendly chickens who apparently knew no boundaries. 


We came in the middle of two tour times, but a lovely man and lady took us on a tour anyway.




It is a truly beautiful place. A must see.


A few miles down took us to the current location of Shed. It had been moved after the railroad decided to bypass it. 

Fortunately, our family AND our firearms are welcome here.


Quick walk down the main stretch.



And we were back on the road

Next Stop: Halsey

Okay, Okay...I know this is a quaint, cute, adorable little town, 
But it was so eerily quiet and just THERE. 

After a quick stop at the grocery store to get Milo a cup we drove awhile until we found a park. 

The park was cute.

Again...notice the railway theme.



Apparently my children would do well in countries where train roof riding is the thing.



Back on the road: Destination: one of the tri-county cities
Harrisburg


Something is up there.


Run run run everywhere.


Once more...a town with a river. The best. 


Now THIS is Milo's idea of fun. 



Climbing...


Nesting?


Someone didn't want to leave the water.


My Jake.


DariMart is a must stop in this area.


Goodbye Harrisburg. You are a lovely little town.



Souvenir: Some bolt looking thing Max found on the road
Local: A man who passed and said, "It's like the fourth of July" I'm not sure if he meant we looked like a crowd OR it was so hot.