
I decided to take a left on a road I normally take a right on when I headed back to Eugene and ended up on highway 58 south of Eugene near Dexter Lake. As you can see it was a beautiful sunset over the lake today. A beautiful way to end the day.

I decided to take a left on a road I normally take a right on when I headed back to Eugene and ended up on highway 58 south of Eugene near Dexter Lake. As you can see it was a beautiful sunset over the lake today. A beautiful way to end the day.
How cool are these views? It really was a glorious day to go hiking. A little dreary but beautiful.
You can see here that even the wide gravel path which was longer was fairly steep. It was a lot of fun going up but not as much fun coming down. I didn't get too many leaf pictures - maybe tomorrow I will go find trees in a park, but today I got to go enjoy the side of a small hill hike and felt like I really had climbed a mountain.
The shadow it mine and there are several cool cove/cave like things down on the beach below the head.
The big rocks are very cool. Unfortunately they don't let people climb on the big ones (just the smaller ones at the base, which of course I diligently climbed. I had accidentally come down the trail from the lighthouse on the rocks just to the north of the big rocks and the scenery was beautiful)!
This is the sweeping view of the beach below the assistant light keeper's house and the lighthouse. There are many very beautiful parts of this beach and all I really wanted to do was sit on a rock and read. Too bad I forgot my book!
I find that the background is often more interesting to me than the beautiful things that are up close. Even though I thought this flower was really pretty, I was more excited about the contrast between the flower and my little car in the background. Very fun.
This is one of many pictures of flowers and hoses. I have no idea why I like pictures with hoses in them but I do. It just seems so very normal and picturesque.
I love this perspective on my grandpa's workshop. There is something about being part of my family and wanting to be able to fix things. Is it any wonder than there are so many tools in my grandfather's favorite place?
This perspective is through the window known as my bird house. I built it from wood and nails and a piece of sheet aluminum when I was seven or eight. It has been a window in the backyard for birds and little girls alike since sometime near 1987 (though it has required several ropes, screws and other pieces to keep the view and perspective).