You can find beauty anywhere, if you look for it, and you don't have to look hard to find it in the Columbia Gorge today. This week the sun came out (it's that yellow presence in the sky that hurts to look at), the wildflowers are saying thank you by blooming they're colorful heads off, and the river is deep blue watered silk with lacy edges, instead of grumpy grey metal. What's not to love about The Gorge?
Maybe the worst part for The Team, especially as we stand here in The Gorge amidst the innocence of wildflowers and the grandeur of creation, is to think that the perpetrators of such an act have walked among us. That they were here in our yard and we failed to see them for what they were. It was somehow easier to believe that people so lacking in humanity came out of the anonymous stream of cars passing us in the night and oozed back into the current to be drawn to another light in the darkness. But no. They were of us and among us and they were us... As much a part of The Gorge as the wildflowers.
Photos by permission USDA Forest Service
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