Oregon 2017 – Day 1

Breakfast at Besaw's in Portland, Oregon

Left Phoenix on the last non-stop flight to Portland yesterday and stayed at the same mediocre motel we usually stay when coming into and leaving Oregon when arriving by plane. Breakfast was a return engagement at Besaw’s, where our first visit was memorable enough that it warranted our coming back.

Portland, Oregon

We were running late in Portland in part because we were not in a big hurry. We had some business to care for prior to getting out of town and heading for the coast. Unfortunately, we weren’t sacrificing so much time to be able to pay a visit to our favorite bookstore, Powell’s, maybe on our next visit.

Eurorack modules from Control Voltage in Portland, Oregon

When we were in Oregon just five months ago, I was dwelling long and hard about what Eurorack modules I should buy, and instead of being fully on vacation, I was half on my synthesizer back home, dreaming about what I could add to it when I finally got to Control Voltage in Portland. This time, it is getting pushed out of the way at the beginning of the trip, plus the shop is closed on Monday when we fly back to Phoenix.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

This is our home for the next four days. You might notice that we have typically been here in November, and you might also notice that we never stay in one place for four days. Due to my work taking the majority of my time in Phoenix and what it doesn’t eat, I give to my year-old synth habit. Caroline and I needed a quick getaway for some solid us time. With Cannon Beach growing on us during our previous visits, it seemed like a great spot to put down roots.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

We arrived during low tide; lucky us.

Caroline Wise at Cannon Beach, Oregon

The tide is so low that at most any other time, Caroline would be totally submerged trying to pose here.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Once again, we are enchanted with our good fortune to be at the sea. From our arrival at around 3:00 until dinner at 8:00 we walked and walked the length of the beach.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

With the shifting clouds and dramatically changing light, we are never bored of the views. Like November, here in late April, it’s like we have the place to ourselves.

John Wise and Caroline Wise at Cannon Beach, Oregon

Pardon the yellow tones that I couldn’t correct in this photo; I’ve been lazy of late with many of my photos and have used my phone for convenience. As I’m posting this, I’m realizing that I need to put an end to convenience and get back to serious business with quality images shot in RAW format. What is easy to see in this photo are the two happy people.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Ten minutes later, the view looked like this. I could have taken a thousand photos this afternoon.

Oregon – Day 10

Control Voltage in Portland, Oregon

There are barely a dozen of these types of shops on Earth: places that carry a wide offering of Eurorack synthesizer modules. This one in Portland, Oregon, called Control Voltage, is one of seven on the West Coast that I know of. There’s also one in Detroit, New York City, and Berlin which covers all the major players and a couple of the minors ones, too. Unfortunately, none of them carry everything available as many modules are made in limited runs, and some units never even make it to retail as manufacturing operations can be so small that the creator only sells their modules directly to end-users. To be frank, I find most of the shops to be difficult places to visit, not only because I want to buy everything, but mainly because I’m not a regular, I’m not in their target age group, and maybe because as fellow artists, they too are awkward. If you are persistent and go in with specific questions while not being too shy, most of the time, the people in these shops are full of a vast body of knowledge after you get past the heavy hipster vibes.

What Caroline was doing while I was making my pilgrimage is beyond my recollection, as this temple requires my full attention. From here, we returned to the airport for our flight back to Phoenix in time for dinner.

While waiting on our flight, I took time to write the following, which closes out my writing exercise for this adventure:

The Fibers of Creativity:

You discover a clump of long animal hair or crimped strands of fiber but it will require a leap genius to get to the point where you can create clothing from it. Because learning is inherent in what humans do, we rarely, if ever, recognize the incredible leaps of intellect at work on a day-to-day basis as we go about our lives of constant discovery. Once the process has begun in our first months of life and without our explicit awareness that it is happening, we are being programmed by those around us to pick up fragments of information that are going to be brought together in the tapestry that will form our character and help shape our future.

This process is similar to the discovery of that strand of hair I just spoke of. Without another hair and another and so on, we will never accumulate enough of them to begin the process of spinning them together in the fundamental building block that will create a piece of yarn. Only after many steps will we finally be able to start weaving together our yarn to create cloth, rugs, blankets, or any of the many other things we can use to help us survive our exposure to the elements.

Knowledge of a process such as those found in the fiber arts extends to all things in life. But what happens when we are lazy and don’t continue adding to our fabric? We outgrow our clothes, they wear out, and ultimately, they will fall back to dust and no longer serve us. What happens when we no longer tend to the accumulation of knowledge? We outgrow our immature thoughts; they no longer fit with those around us, and they will ultimately fail us as we humans are always moving forward with the demands of work and play that require ever-greater skills that can only be achieved by constant learning.

Out of the tapestry, a picture begins to emerge, but what if the tapestry never grows beyond a few inches, or as it gets older, it frays, and its image can no longer be clearly seen? This is the perfect metaphor for our own knowledge. It doesn’t matter what we add next, as it is the randomness of impressions that leave traces and etch strong memories that will forever shape the person we are becoming. So why should this ever stop? Essentially, it probably never really does, although people can put themselves on a personal treadmill of repetition and habit that effectively stops the incoming world from offering more from its cornucopia of never-ending knowledge.

So, I would like to suggest that it is a personal imperative that all of us understand our place in the weaving of our own stories. If you’ve been laying down too much nondescript beige in your cloth for the past years, it’s time to break out the lime green and fluorescent orange. This will require you to learn and do something new and out of your ordinary. Stop reinforcing negative attitudes by repeating that you don’t like something you may have never tried or experienced a decade or more before. Stop listening to the same music just because it makes you feel nostalgic for a time you believe was better; it probably was because you were still hungry for new experiences.

Do something you thought you’d never do, go somewhere you can’t believe you are making the effort to go to, and read up on a subject in-depth that you thought you had no interest in. I’m always meeting people in Arizona who’ve lived in Phoenix for 20 years and have never been to the Grand Canyon: go. Don’t know what to read? Try Swerve, Salt, Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms, or Moby Dick – it’s long but is way better the older we get! Maybe it’s time to eat some haggis, heart, turnips, raw fish, curry, or whatever food items you’ve been afraid of or convinced yourself you don’t and will never like. Stop whining about this or that music giving you a headache; listen intently a few times to some classic examples of what others have considered the greatest hits of a genre. You may have to try any of the above a few times; they say that anything can be brought in to be enjoyed if we only give a chance a few times.

Give your mind a chance. Understand that you are a learning machine that is constantly adding to your own tapestry. Keep on weaving your personal story; it should be as long as your life.

Oregon – Day 9

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Another perfect day at Cannon Beach. What do you think because it rained for the majority of the day, it was less than perfect yesterday? Every day and every time we’ve been up on this coast has been a unique experience with memorable moments that would not be traded with being somewhere else or having different weather. We’ve loved this place when it’s cold and windy, drizzling and gray, or warm and sunny. Maybe the fact that we are together next to the water is enough to make everything perfect.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

The patterns of black streaks in the sand and the indentation due to the way water flows around this stump are enough to stop us and have us admire the work of the ocean and light. I also took a photo of a dead sea lion with about a third of its skin missing, a bunch of flesh gone from its face including its eyes, and some white bones protruding from the rotting rear flipper. I’m guessing for most readers, the description was gross enough, and you might be wondering why I took a photo. Because I wanted to get the image so I could study what was there before the smell attacked my nose…and who doesn’t think dead things aren’t interesting?

Cannon Beach, Oregon

That’s Haystack Rock, and while it’s just a giant rock offshore, it helps make this place look even cooler.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

The silvers and blues of this monochromatic ocean and overcast sky create a drama and mood befitting the late fall day on the Oregon coast, where wool is more appropriate than the nylon of a bikini. If hot tea, coffee, or hot chocolate come to mind, and maybe a hot bowl of chowder between walking along the surf sounds good to you, then the Pacific Ocean here in Oregon might be the place for you; it certainly works for us.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

Because it’s just that beautiful. Notice our footprints in the sand? They were the only ones out here this far south on Cannon Beach.

Cannon Beach, Oregon

The weather and the lighting can change dramatically and quickly here during the fall into winter, but what doesn’t change is our feeling for these kinds of landscapes. I shouldn’t forget to mention the incredible sound of the surf rushing in and being dragged right back out.

John Wise and Caroline Wise on Cannon Beach in Oregon

Three layers are all it took to stay comfortable, well that and Caroline stealing my beanie. Good thing I effectively have a chin beanie that keeps the lower half of my face warm. This was our last day out on the coast, and soon after I snapped this photo, we were back on the road to Portland to stay the night. We’d wake early so I could make a special visit to a special place, more about that tomorrow.

Oregon – Day 8

John Wise and Caroline Wise at Cannon Beach, Oregon

Happy Thanksgiving. I’ve got this day figured out due to having other photos, but only of shots out the window of the Wayfarer restaurant in Cannon Beach. The rain was coming down hard on the glass and so the pictures instead of being artistic are simply blurry. During one of the breaks in the weather Caroline and took a walk out on the beach in the wind. Because our room at the Inn at Haystack has a nice fireplace and a writing table it has been perfect to sit next to the fire and knit, read, or write the day away while getting out from time to time to get some food. It’s nice not being rushed to go anywhere or do much of anything.

Oregon – Day 7

Caroline Wise walking on the Oregon Coast

What a peculiar day. I don’t believe we’ve ever traveled anywhere else where I only shot one photo all day, but apparently, that’s what I did today. Was it raining earlier? Did we sit somewhere and knit and write in a coffee shop, letting the world go by, not concerned with the photo travel trophies? Without notes or other pictures buffering this image of Caroline walking down this lonely beach, I have no idea where we started, where we ended up, what we ate, or what precisely we did. Kind of nice in some way, only having this one photo of a walk along the shore.

Edit: After writing this, I found a bunch of stuff I was writing on those days in Oregon, and the following was how I spent the morning so it would be certain that Caroline was next to me knitting or reading and that we just chilled the entire day. Here it is:

Preoccupation

The problem with preoccupation is that it saps my ability to broaden my scope of thinking. My greatest time with creativity and having a spectrum of thought that delights me is when I’m fully in the moment.

On this trip to Oregon, I compromised the full relaxation element by focusing too much on a recent hobby I acquired: modular synthesis in the form of Eurorack. I knew going into this ten-day sojourn that I’d be stopping in Portland on the way home to “possibly” buy some new modules; in retrospect, I should have done this right away so I wouldn’t spend the next week configuring my purchases.

The problem with this new endeavor is that it is incredibly expensive, so purchases can not be taken lightly. While there is great resale value in used equipment, even selling the stuff takes precious time away from learning the incredible complexity this embodies. Each component plays a specialized role in music synthesis, so some level of familiarity should be had so the builder of such a system has a fairly good idea of how a new piece will influence the whole.

Realizing that you have fallen into this trap a week after you started a vacation is not a great place to find yourself. If I had it to do over again, I would have spent a week before vacation figuring out and planning which modules I wanted so I could have visited the shop at the beginning of the trip and had them sent home, thus clearing my mind of a million synthesizer thoughts.

This has been so consuming that my dreams have been of wires and knobs. Being obsessive has its moments, especially when planning a business or organizing large projects, but on vacation, it is a burden.

I wonder how this affects us in our daily lives. What happens when we are obsessed with being lonely or without someone close? How does this bring stress into someone’s life when they are worried about job security or learning something new and challenging? Maybe we cannot earn enough money to support the basics, and we fret about the fear of an unexpected expense that can derail us. No wonder then that people turn to substance abuse, be it food or drugs, to combat the uncertainty and preoccupation of things we cannot control.

A small example of clearing the mental deck so I can better enjoy myself and, in turn, my wife can better enjoy her time with me: before leaving for a vacation, I wash all the laundry, pay the bills in advance, arrange for someone to water our plants, clear out food that might spoil in our absence, deep clean our place, fill the gas tank in the car so we have one less thing to worry about when we get back and then finally we can take our vacation and be in the moment.

Being in the moment is an essential key to happiness in my worldview. We know this from our visits to the Whitehouse, rafting the Colorado River for three weeks, or rafting the Alsek in Alaska for half a month. On road trips that have taken us across America, we have been free to enjoy the open landscape of Kansas without worrying if we left the stove on or that we’ll have to go home to dirty dishes and unpaid bills.

Well, then, it would seem to me that we must always be aware of the need to “clear the deck.” A list should be kept at hand that allows us to check off things that might derail our intention of having a great time when we venture out of our routines.