After a bit of a hiatus from blog updates, I just want to say I’m still here – still paddling along! I’ve been completing assignments for publications, non-profit organizations and businesses in the Portland, Oregon area more than fourteen years. It’s always a pleasure to meet new people, see new things and dig a little… Continue reading Paddling Along
Category: the northwest
Soaring Above the Oregon Coast
[photoshelter-img i_id=”I0000BEaTit6IZ1o” buy=”0″ width=”950″ height=”653″] Hovering in a tiny helicopter above a colony of seagulls, suspended in the salty breeze above the Siuslaw River, I realized I was in a dream. I’d always wanted to be high in the air, looking down on members of my favorite taxonomical rank: aves. I see birds at the feeder in… Continue reading Soaring Above the Oregon Coast
Age Nine on the Willamette River
I love the idea of just putting down the paddle and stepping up onto the gunnels of the canoe. You do it not to be silly, nor to show off, but because you want to to see if you can. I love the idea of fishing for hours and hours, not even needing to land… Continue reading Age Nine on the Willamette River
Spring Break Run
A few weeks ago during the boys’ Spring Break, after days of snowy Oregon activity, I finally had the chance to get out for a run and found my new favorite place: the Salmon River Trail which hugs and cradles and sleeps along a spectacularly wild river. all content © Tim LaBarge 2014
Message in a bottle
I thought it was a pop bottle that was snuggled tightly into the sea kelp near Crescent Bay, on the Juan de Fuca Straight. The canoe bumped it gently and the boys reached to retrieve the discovery. It quickly became clear the bottle had a different story. Upon noticing the papers tucked inside, Leo shouted,… Continue reading Message in a bottle
Mount Hood: Trees, à la mode
Just before Thanksgiving, 1859 Magazine asked me to head up to Timberline Lodge on Mount Hood to make some pictures for the January/February issue. It was a thrill to explore the lodge and the side of the mountain for a few days as snow fell and skiers rejoiced. After dinner, editor Kevin Max and I ventured out… Continue reading Mount Hood: Trees, à la mode
Timberline Lodge in 1859 Magazine
It was raining in Portland. No surprise there. I wasn’t sure, however, what was happening up on Mount Hood where I was heading for a wintery story. I’d heard snow and I’d heard rain. Thankfully the driving drops turned to graceful flurries below Government Camp and the accumulation got deeper and deeper as I powered… Continue reading Timberline Lodge in 1859 Magazine
Salmon catch (in the van)
From the rocky precipice that is the northwesternmost point of land in the contiguous United States, we watched a half-dozen bald eagles perched in the trees and an otter frolicking in sea. Waves crashed against sea stacks. Sea birds circled and dove and rode big swells. The wind carried bits of rain. And always the… Continue reading Salmon catch (in the van)
The Leo and Jack Trail
When you become the proud owner of two explorers, it’s best to just sit back and observe. I try to direct the flow, to keep up, but in the end I wind up watching. They dig, throw, study, pick, prod, poke, run, swim, whittle, balance, heave, crunch, crank, grind, balance, jump, leap, run, sprint, crawl,… Continue reading The Leo and Jack Trail
Traveling the Backroads of Oregon
It’s one of those places where you announce, though quietly so as to not disturb the silence: I could live here. That rarely happens to me these days. But as I drove backroads chasing motorcycle riders across the northeast corner of Oregon, it did cross my lips. The peace, the beauty, the elk, the rivers,… Continue reading Traveling the Backroads of Oregon