Author: southernoregondailyadventure

Time (100 Words)


The sun washed earth enthralls the adventurous minds of two little friends. Their attention peaks at the sounds of feeding geese on the shoreline. The miniature convoy sets out to explore the ins and outs of the shallow bay. Inspecting closely, they find fresh water shellfish and the obsidian chips knotched by a warrior centuries before in the very same spot. The sun begins to fall to the backdrop of the big pines. The two little friends walk towards the tomorrow that awaits them. Long before their creation and long after, all footprints follow the path of the setting sun.

One Day

One Day

Santa will come for the girl that waits by the mailbox.



The deer will cross the path of the boy and his cat with the spear.



The bird will land on the limb beside the cat who waits in the tree.



Patience will embed itself in the frustrated little boy.



Winter will come and lay fog down in the meadow.



Houses will be built where the children make forts in the tall grass fields.




2018 Halloween Celebration of Ashland

2018 Halloween Celebration of Ashland

The adults are more excited than the children!


Hot Mama!


Nikon D2X, F/6.3, 1/60 sec.


Blur of Blue


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/40 sec., ISO 100


Best Friends


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/160 sec., ISO 400


The Scariest Encounter of The Day


Nikon D2X, f/6, 1/100 sec., ISO 400


The Ginger Bread Man


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/125 sec., ISO 250


Let’s Be Weird


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/100 sec., ISO 140


The Best Day Ever!


Nikon D2X, f/5.6, 1/100 sec., ISO 400




Nikon D2X, f/5.6, 1/100 sec., ISO 400


The Moment When You Realize I This Parade is More For Your Parents


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/80 sec., ISO 400


Spidey Sense Was The Only Sensible Thing To Be Found


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/160 sec., ISO 400


The Crowd


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/80 sec., ISO 400


The Noise


Nikon D2X, f/5.6, 1/100 sec., ISO 140


First Date Jitters


Nikon D2X, f/5.6, 1/100 sec., ISO 140


Perfect Couple


Nikon D2X, f/5.6, 1/100 sec., ISO 220


The Balloon Lady


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/125 sec., ISO 400


Funny moment Before The Dog Got Dropped


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/160 sec., ISO 400


Lady in Pink


Nikon D2X, f/6.3, 1/80 sec., ISO 280


Random Dude


Nikon D2X, f/7.1, 1/100 sec., ISO 400




20 Shots

Rule of Thirds:


Leading Lines and Diagonals:

Leading lines





Fill the Frame:

Fill the Frame

Dominant Eye:






Something in Motion:

Anna in motion1

Something frozen in time:


Birds eye view:

Birds Eye

Worms Eye View:

Worms eye



Shallow depth of field portrait:

Shallow depth of field portrait;












A boy raised in the thick

An audacious personality is sometimes put away by the need to fit in. So is the case with a young man by the name of Captain River Sage Henry Scheelhaase. By a surname that proceeded his legacy, Captain seemed to be born into a tumultuous heritage. Raised among hillbillies and savages, survival was the key element.  As a young man, he shied away from his adventurous nature. Afraid perhaps his imagination, as well as his spirit akin to his relatives, would make him different from his peers. In his life’s darkest moments, he realized he found solace in the outdoors. Outside his imagination ran free. From glaciers to dragons to green woodland fairies and desert warriors,  Captain dreamed his thoughts. Dispelling his social anxiety became common place; alone with nature. Disrobing his soul, he went naked into this world, claiming his domain. What once made him different, becomes his Kingdom.


Imnaha Springs

Imnaha Spring July 2017

I remember camping here a lot as a child. My family and my parent’s friends found refuge in the beauty and coolness of the Imnaha Springs area in the Summer time. As children, we found a lot of ways to get into trouble. When your parents are outdoor tent camping and letting you run wild, that takes some effort!

Imnaha Campground
The clearing in the creek where we washed dishes when I was a child

One of the most dramatic memories I have involves washing the camp dishes in the creek. My mother sent my sister and I down after dinner for our camp chore. It was right before dark and there was a long trail through the woods that lead to the opening on the creek. We had heard many stories from the adults at night about cougars in the area. I walked ahead of my younger sister, ready to get the job done quickly and return to the campfire, where our parents and friends sat telling tall tales. The further down the trail we got, the quieter it became. My sister was lagging behind and I was in a hurry. I reached the creek and began scrubbing the leftovers from the pots and silverware.

My sister seemed to be walking very slowly because I was almost done and she still wasn’t in sight. Then… I heard it. A moaning and scratching sound coming from the group of trees on the mound above the creek clearing. I sat still and waited. Again, a quiet growl. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. My sister was somewhere on the path and she must be close to that area now. I remembered hearing that you are supposed to make a lot of noise and appear as big as possible. I had no time! I grabbed up the pots and utensils and began clanging them together as hard as I could.

As much as I was in fear of my life, I had to get to my sister. I climbed the path towards the group of trees where the cat was lurking, in between me and my sister and the safety of the camp. I yelled and held the pots above my head, shaking them vigorously. As I rounded the corner I entered the darkness of the tall trees and saw nothing. I stomped towards the sound, waiting for my eyes to adjust.

And then … out pops my sister, laughing hysterically! I’m still not sure how she survived the walk back to camp.

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My son nearing the water tower, next to the Forest Service Cabin

My fondest memories, by far, are of the springs themselves. Where the water starts fresh, untainted by the miles of stream bed down stream. The air is pure and there are wildflowers surrounding you. The path is covered in moss and it welcomes bare feet. It is a place of renewal.

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My three children, exploring the path of my childhood

This summer, I returned. This time I brought my own children. The trees have grown, but the paths seems shorter and the night time more welcoming.

To visit, from Medford take 62 to towards Shady Cove, and turn right on to Butte Falls Hwy. Pass through Butte Falls and less than a mile from town, turn left onto the Butte Falls-Prospect Highway. Turn right on Forest Service Road 34 and go 8 miles until its junction with Forest Service Road 37. Travel North on Forest Service Road 37 for 5 miles. Take Imnaha Campground turn-off and continue through campground to find the cabin which has parking for the Imnaha Springs visitors.


Wildflowers of Butte Falls Hwy

Wildflowers of Butte Falls Hwy

The drive to Butte Falls from Medford is magical this time of year. Blankets of wildflowers line the side of Butte Falls Highway, making the scenic drive a botanical wonderland adventure. Southern Oregon experiences tremendous native wild flower blooms every year. Now is the time to see them right outside of Medford, Oregon.


Depending on the rainfall, wild flower blooms on the rim of the Rogue Valley will extend into mid-July. Our native varieties withstand the heat in full bloom. The Shasta daisies, mildewed, and Indian Paintbrush blooms are in full swing right now and they grow thick by the road side of Butte Falls Hwy. Among the other varieties are Bachelor’s Buttons, Black Eyed Susan’s, and Lupines.

Many hiking trails in the area give you an up close and personal experience with these flowers. I have not experienced the overwhelming variety and numbers of native blooming plants, however, as you will find now in the Butte Falls area.


From Medford, Oregon take Hwy 62 to Butte Falls Hwy. Continue up Butte Falls Hwy to the Town of Butte Falls. The best experience is the 3 mile stretch before the town of Butte Falls, continuing through Butte Falls, on to the Willow Lake turnoff. This is where you will experience the most roadside blooms and variety.

Mary Jane Feetham