Leavenworth, Washington, though, should evoke the opposite reaction. In the 1960’s, in an effort to bring back industry and commerce to their nearly extinct town, community leaders forged a new look for the entire city, creating a charming Bavarian Alpine destiny in the middle of Washington.
You drive east on the Interstate until your feet feel like dancing a polka and you have the odd desire to yodel into the hills.
Sometimes I felt like belting out, “The hills are alive, with the sound of music,” but since I sound like Julie Andrews after throat surgery instead of prior with her gorgeous four octave range, I just let the music dance around in my head for a few days.
What it did cause me to do was worship my Lord and Savior. Mountains always evoke this response in me. We easily give honor to creation, but should we not give honor to the Creator of these awe-inspiring views?
Amazing Grace, Beka-Boo and I were guests of good friends, Barbie and Melissa, celebrating the end of our homeschooling year. Fifteen down, twelve to go, but who’s counting? Barbie has one year left. She’s counting down! We love homeschooling, but it is a lot of work.
My favorite high school teacher, Mr. Nowatzki, did much to encourage my writing and photography skills. He arranged a day trip with an accomplished photographer friend of his, Joe M. I can’t remember his name, but I remember what he taught me. Instead of including the full scene, focus on one detail that captures the emotion of the place.
I could have stared at this log for hours. Except, the other four were there, probably thinking, “Yea, cool log, Mindy, let’s GO!”
Aren’t there many beautiful shades of green? I loved the symmetry of the trees growing in a clump.
Washington, green, flowers…
We loved this little town of Cashmere. We touristed our way through the streets and ate at a local diner.
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