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  • Chinook Burial Canoe

    This replica of a Chinook burial canoe was placed on Coxcomb Hill in 1961 by descendents of the great chief Comcomly.

    I want to always remember that the Clatsops and other Chinook groups had a long established thriving life here, until European diseases brought by traders decimated them in the early 1800s. Fortunately, some people of Clatsop and other Chinook ancestry remain living here today as a vital part of our culture. Astoria, Oregon, 2007.

  • Storm Clouds and Gull
    From the waterfront, Astoria, Oregon. 2007.
  • Tule Fall Chinook No.2
    Sunlight sparkles on the water as salmon swim up the fish ladder to their home hatchery. This “white salmon” variety has lighter flesh and darker skin than others, giving the name to the White Salmon River where it originates.

    Spring Creek National Hatchery near White Salmon, Washington. 2009.
  • Redmen Hall on Skamokawa Creek
    Looking down Skamokawa Creek from a foot bridge, we see houses oriented towards the water and docks. Two commercial gillnet fishing boats remind us that the traditions of an old fishing village live on. Overlooking the scene is Redmen Hall, originally built as a school house, now home to the River Life Interpretative Center, and called by the name of a fraternal organization which used it for a while. Wahkiakum County, Washington, 2007.
  • Raistakka Barn
    A steep rise and sharp turn of the Altoona-Pillar Rock Road gave this view of a barn, Grays River, and a hay field downstream from Rosburg, on the lower Grays River. Wahkiakum County, Washington, 1980.
  • Oris Smalley’s Dock at Devil’s Elbow
    The dock is on the Grays River between Rosburg and its mouth on Grays Bay. The river was well used by the commercial fishing community. High water is the normal result of a spring tide combining with heavy runoff. Wahkiakum County, Washington. 1981.
  • Leaving the Bridge Behind
    The Astoria-Megler bridge over the Columbia River, from the Clatsop Community College’s training boat Forerunner, heading west in the channel. 2008.
  • Saddle Mountain from the Columbia River
    Looking across Youngs Bay from the Tansy Point Range of the Columbia River shipping channel. 2008.
  • Deep River Sun Mists
    Morning sun raises mists from this western branch slough of Deep River--a tributary of the Columbia River, in western Wahkiakum County, Washington. 1999.
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Columbia River & Communities       also see Views from Home—of the Columbia

This body of work explores the Columbia-Pacific region: the Columbia River from the Oregon-Washington Coast Range to the Pacific Ocean. A few upriver scenes are added. I have lived in the Columbia-Pacific since 1970, on both sides of the Columbia.

River of Gifts

Our great river is older than the hills,
older than the volcanoes flanking its great stem,
older than the thrust up coastal range it cuts through,
more ancient than the basaltic cliffs it flows between.
Its splendor today arouses us, and reminds us where we are, and when.
Just yesterday people knew it as Wauna, today as Columbia,
and always as a River of Gifts.

What gifts?

Columbia’s gifts have long been food, transportation, and water.
And a spiritual presence.
A spiritual presence?
A reminder that we are part of other peoples, of other places, of a bigger nature.
Our story is one thread in the weaving.

Columbia and its Salmon connect us to mountain snows and streams,
and to gravel beds for wild salmon eggs.
Columbia and its Salmon connect us to electric turbines, to irrigated fields and orchards.
Great ships trade with the world, while wheat barges and tough little fishboats feed the world.
Above all, Columbia and Salmon connect us
to the people who lived here before us, and
to the people who will live here after us.

Columbia is our canvas, to paint lives of looking, wandering, and working,
exploring currents and winds and hidden sloughs, exploring our own strength and skill.
Columbia is our freedom to see so much more than ourselves,
and learn a little.
She is our independence to work, to fish against the odds, and prevail,
our freedom to choose, for better, for worse,
and learn a little.

Columbia’s steadfast rift through the mountains ushers the oceanic rains inland,
and the continental cold to the coast, season by season.
Each nuance of weathered skies shows its own textures and colors:
The fierce beauty pierces the veil of words and concerns which consume our daily efforts,
offering to expand the reach of our perception and caring.
Even after a century of industrialization,
She lives with a touch of wildness, of power and form beyond our control.

A strange yet needed gift is reproach:
A reproach for our shortsightedness,
For our militant opportunism,
as we sacrificed so much of the future
For a little advantage just now.

In a world so marred by human destructiveness,
Awaken to a Columbia dawn:
Awaken into refreshed awareness that we can do well,
Awaken into refreshed awareness that we can do good.
And when the day is done, a Columbia dusk reassures
that much is still right with the world,
so we may sleep well.

Can we live mindfully and find a thoughtful balance between utilization and wildness?
What happens when we live here as if living here matters?
As if living matters, as if here matters? As if the future matters.
For the grandchildren, for generations beyond numbering.
We were born into the opportunity to be aware, to care, and to create meaning in action.
For the love of life, I say, play it for all it’s worth.
Is there any reason to settle for less?

© 2008 David Lee Myers