Handsome Jernal Entry

Lady Daffodil is understandably distraught over her kitty’s unfortunate fate of being tossed out of a window, but I believe I have a handsome solution! Here is how it came to me: 

“Oh no, my darling snugglywuggly smoochywoochykins!  I cannot believe I lost my composure like that, I must get her back immediately!!!! She will not survive ten minutes out in the terrible outdoors!”

“I AM TERRIBLY SORRY, LADY DAFFODIL.  I AM AFRAID I WAS A LITTLE OVERLY ENTHUSIASTIC WITH MY HANDSOME JENTLEMANLY ENTRANCE, AND MY ABS ACHE WITH APOLOGY.  WE WILL RETRIEVE YOUR SMOOCHYWOOCHYKINS POSTHASTE!”

“Explorah…. As your number one sidekick, I think have come up with a most handsome solution to this problem.”

“I believe I can retrieve this smoochywoochykins…”

“By using my special talent, handsomely of course!”

Sunrise at Rowena Crest, Oregon by Brian Stowell / IG: @brianstowell
Via Flickr:
Sometimes you wake up at 5:30 AM and feel the need to jump in your car and drive east until you meet the sunrise. I set out early yesterday morning searching for a good spot to shoot the sunrise. I headed for Oregon’s Columbia River Gorge, a deep river valley containing some of the most magical and picturesque landscape in the Pacific Northwest. The early parts of the Gorge, just outside of the city were covered in thick fog and clouds with intermittent rain. So I kept driving. The first glimpse of twilight came as I approached Hood River. It was then that I knew I was destined for Rowena Crest - a series of cliffs and bluffs high above the river with the historic Highway 30 spiraling between the cliffs. There are tons of photos of the popular Rowena hairpin turn, seen from the main overlook. This shot is taken from the western side, just along where the Rowena Trail starts. A view I haven’t seen often, but includes a view down the Gorge, overlooking The Dalles. The clouds held as the sun rose, with little peeks of orange and yellow as they undulated like the ocean. Around 7:45 AM, for two minutes and two minutes only, a small break let a brilliant beam of vivid orange light shoot straight down the Gorge like a beacon. I know this was the shot I was meant for. Two minutes later, it was gone, hidden behind blue and purple walls. Over in an instant, but I’ll never forget it. <b>Follow:</b> Instagram: <a href=“http://www.instagram.com/brianstowell” rel=“nofollow”>@brianstowell</a> Tumblr: <a href=“http://brianstowell.tumblr.com” rel=“nofollow”>@brianstowell</a> Facebook: <a href=“https://www.facebook.com/brianstowellphoto” rel=“nofollow”>/brianstowellphoto</a> 500px: <a href=“http://www.500px.com/brianstowell” rel=“nofollow”>/brianstowell</a>

It’s that time of year again..

“Was that fireworks or gunshots..?” *shrugs* “Lets go outside to see if we can hear it better.” 

or

“Was that fireworks or gunshots..?” *shrugs* “Go get the scanner. Lets see if anyone called it in.” (Dad’s a dispatcher so we have a scanner in our home to listen to all the calls the cops get sent out to).