Posts Tagged ‘Lake Tahoe’

This was the panoramic view from our cabin:

The view from our cabin

But the up-close view was beautiful too.

The texture of water flowing over rocks:
Water's Edge

Braided sand:
Sand patterns

Embedded pebbles:
Sand patterns

A bronze coating over the pier:
Sand patterns

Miniature sand dunes:
Sand patterns

This is the last batch of photos from our trip to Lake Tahoe. I’ll conclude this series with these lines taken from Theodore Roethke’s poem, “The Rose” (with a couple of substituted words):

There are those to whom place is unimportant,

But this place, where [lake] and [braided sand] meet,

Is important.

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A family of ducks

“In your light, I learn to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.” – Rumi

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Day to day, hour to hour, the lake changes. Always beautiful, alive. For example:

Brilliant blue like the sky
The lake

Steel-gray on a cloudy day
Water, clouds

Dark and still as a mirror at twilight
The lake at twilight

Silver and sparkling
The lake at twilight

Opaque, reflective
Hidden Beach

Translucent, lined with rocks and pebbles

We’re back from Lake Tahoe, where we celebrated our ten-year anniversary. This is the first batch of photos from our trip. More to come….

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Maps of two places I love

Tea’s post about a serendipitous road trip in the Pacific Northwest and her discovery of what home looks and feels like and Plum Tree’s post about a fairytale cottage in her neighborhood made me ponder my favorite places in the world and what it is that I love about them.

Like Plum Tree, I also have a fairytale cottage. It looks nothing like one in Plum Tree’s neighborhood; it’s the humble but beloved house we live in. These days I find myself just wanting to stay here, but I remembered that this is not the only place I love. In my list of favorites, Hawaii and Ashland, Oregon, were close runners-up, but here are my top five places in the world (in no particular order):

To be specific, I could say “Paris” for its neighborhoods rich with art and history, the Seine snaking through its center, the flaneurs, and the city lights at night, for I love all those things and a thousand more about Paris. But it’s not just Paris. It’s also Giverny, home of Claude Monet and his magical gardens, an hour from Paris in a tiny village of stone buildings surrounded by poppy fields. It’s that village and a thousand others. It’s the austere landscape and architecture of Mont St. Michel and a thousand other abbeys, chapels, and cathedrals. It’s also the language, airy and flowing and poetic.

I remember the cherry blossoms, the gingko trees, and the rice paddies of Yokohama as much as the cosmopolitan pace of Tokyo and the quaint World World II-era neighborhoods surrounding the city. Sometimes I miss the formality, tradition, and hierarchy that so structure Japanese society, but mostly I miss the little things: charbroiled sweet potatoes, grocery-store sushi, New Year’s postcards, and traveling everywhere by bicycle, bus, or train.

Napa Valley, California
In the spring, the mustard blossoms carpet the valley. In autumn, the tangy scent of crushed grapes flavors the air. All along the valley are the little restaurants at which my husband (then boyfriend) and I used to eat on our student budgets, our favorite ice cream shop in St. Helena, the stone church where I imagined getting married, the roads on which I learned to drive. Whenever I return to Napa Valley, I feel as though I’ve come home.

Lake Tahoe, California
At Lake Tahoe, we usually stay in a little cabin on the north shore of the lake, and the soothing rhythm of lapping water resets our technology-gorged, calendar-driven lives to the natural rhythm of our bodies and hearts, or so it seems. We have traditions at Tahoe: we eat at the same Chinese restaurant and sushi bar, we go to the Christmas Shoppe in Incline Village to buy an ornament, and we dream about moving to a little cabin on the lake. (We won’t do it, of course–moving there, that is. It’s always spring when we go to Lake Tahoe, you see, and beautiful as it may be, it’s still a little too cold for me.)

Victoria, British Columbia
Apparently, Victoria has a disproportionately retiree population and is known to be for “the newly wed and nearly dead.” We went there on our honeymoon, as it were, and fell in love with this elegant international city. Though it was the season of rain, it was uncharacteristically sunny and warm during our trip. We visited all the tourist places–Butchart Gardens, the Royal BC Museum, and even a petting zoo where a goat stood on my husband’s back–but there’s so much more of Victoria for us to discover still.

For me, my love for these places has everything to do with landscape and memories. There is a backdrop in each of these locales, whether the outline of Mt. Fuji against the Tokyo sky or the bluest mirror of a lake at Tahoe. Into these backdrops, some of my fondest memories weave delicately, one by one, trip by trip. And so, as much as the memories themselves, the places themselves become unforgettable.

What about you? What are your favorite places? What draws you to them?

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