Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.




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Sunday, August 2, 2009

FEAR OF FLYING?

I dread flying, but on my flight to Portland, I suddenly realized that, seated by the window facing East, with the plane's wing providing an interesting angle on the clouds and landscape below, I was able to see some stunning landscape through the porthole. And I had a digital camera in my handbag! So, why the heck not? I started snapping photos. My fear of flying disappeared.

Here are some of them, beginning with my first view of the Rockies.






I've always loved looking at cloud landscapes from a window seat. Several of these cloud terrains were especially seductive.





I like to imagine stepping out into an endless landscape of clouds.




And then through the clouds I could see Mt. Hood and Mt. Adams, as we approached Portland.










As we descended into Portland, I snapped a few final photos.



The river is the mighty Columbia!



This one I captured seconds before landing.