Early Sunday morning walk

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By The Campbell Senior Center
Defazio Bridge Over To Alton Baker Park
Alton Baker Park Lagoon And Spillway
North Bank Of The Willamette River Under The Ferry St. Bridge
Under Ferry Street Bridge
North Bank Trail by McMenamins
Along I-205
Under I-205 Bridge
Along Valley River Inn
Willamette River
Trail Alongside Valley River Shopping Center
Greenway Bridge
Sweetgum Tree Along South Bank Trail
Morning Walk
Trail Near Eugene Parks Outdoor Center
Cedar Grove
South Bank Trail Toward Skinner Butte

The Gift Fulfilling Jewel – A Buddhist Parable

Yukyo and me.
Dharma Rain Temple.

I spent this past Sunday with my daughter Yukyo at the Dharma Rain Zen Center in Portland, OR.  Yukyo (her given name was Emily)  is a resident at Dharma Rain and a student of Soto Zen Buddhism.  The monestary was co-founded by Kyogten (Gary) Carlson with his wife Gyokuko Carlson in 1986.  Kyogen had this to say about his Buddhist practice: “There is so much to learn and so much to know.  It’s good to keep moving forward.  And yet, whatever we have is, in a very profound way, absolutely complete and always enough.”

Most Sunday mornings at the Zen Center, following meditation, a Dharma Talk (a lesson or teaching) is given by an experienced member of the community.  On this particular day the topic was Seeking Refuge.  It began with a parable known as the Gift Fulfilling Jewel.

In this parable, two old friends, one wealthy and one poor, are eating and drinking wine together. The poor man drinks himself into a stupor and falls asleep. Early the next morning, the wealthy one must leave on business. Before he leaves, the wealthy friend sews a priceless jewel inside of the robe of his poor friend, who is still asleep. Later, the wealthy man comes across his friend, who is still living in poverty. He points out to his poor friend that all this time there has been a priceless gem hidden inside his robe and that he did not have to be living in poverty.

This parable shows, in simple terms, the principle that every human is endowed with infinite potential and inestimable worth. It teaches us that the key to overcoming the constraints of our present reality, whatever they may be, lies within ourselves.

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Freedom

An ocean of clouds.  Summit of Mary’s Peak, Benton Co., Oregon

To laugh is to risk appearing a fool.

To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.

To reach out for another is to risk involvement.

To expose feelings is to risk rejection.

To place your dreams before the crowd is to risk ridicule.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.

To go forward in the face of overwhelming odds is to risk failure.

But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.  The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.  He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love.  . . .  Only a person who takes risks is free.

–  Anonymous

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Truth

Everything is in transition.

The saying “the truth hurts” is familiar to almost everyone. Yet how many understand that we should welcome having our eyes opened.  Painful truth can open the body and mind to what is before us that we have been unable or unwilling to see. Prejudices die, knowledge grows, wounds are healed, dangers are averted. Facing the reality of things deepens our understanding of ourselves and others.  [Photo copyright symbol Max Vollmer, Click on image to enlarge]

Winding Down

My trip by train across Canada was a long time coming, but it more than met my expectations.  What stands out above all is the courtesy, kindness. and generous spirit of Canadians at every turn.  This has been the longest visit I have had with Karl since he was a kid at home and Karl, having become a Canadian citizen, mirrors the character of his adopted country.

Karl and Stephi, Summer 2025.

Foregoing a return by train, I’ll get on a flight tomorrow morning and be back home in Eugene tomorrow night.  I have had a wonderful time in Nova Scotia, but there is much that awaits me back home.  I am looking forward as always to what lies ahead.

Evening at No. 90 Windship Lane, Duncans Cove

Clouds will bring rain tomorrow, but this evening there was a sunset that looked like the interior of the island was on fire, and a full moon rose at virtually the same time across the harbor.  For me, this signified balance and harmony.  I spotted the moonrise on the horizon because a tour ship passing in front of Karl’s house caught my attention just as a slice of moon appeared over the water to the east.   Can you spot it?  [All photos copyright symbol Max Vollmer, Click on any image to enlarge]

Sunset.
From Karl’s living room.
Luna rising from the sea.

Maritime Museum – Halifax, N.S.

Karl and I visited the Maritime Museum on the downtown waterfront today.  It has indoor and outdoor exhibits covering virtually every aspect of travel on the water, from the birch bark canoes made by the indigenous Mi’kmaq people long before the arrival of Europeans,  up to and including a scale model of an experimental, armed hydrofoil ship built in Halifax for the Canadian navy.  (All photos copyright symbol Max Vollmer, Click on any image to enlarge]

Max and Karl at the Maritime Museum.
Decommissioned Canadian Navy Corvette, K181, the fastest class of ships in the fleet, after which the Chevrolet sports car was named.

Inside, there are full size examples of small, wood, pleasure and working boats that illustrate differences related purpose and evolution over time.

Wooden boats.

There are also exquisitely detailed, scale models of ships that served Halifax, like the White Star Lines, Mauritania, that plied the North Atlantic in peace and war.  It was built for display in the company’s offices.  The model is approx. 6 feet long.

White Star Lines, Mauritania.
Detail of the Mauritania.

Halifax has a historic connection to the RMS Titanic.  Although the ship was built in Belfast, Ireland, when she sank on her maiden voyage, rescue ships from Halifax went out to search for survivors.  There are two cemeteries in the city where drowning victims from the disaster are interred.  Her sister ship, the RMS Olympic, ferried thousands of Canadian and American troops from Halifax to Europe during WW I using the shortest route across the North Atlantic.

Model of the RMS Titanic.

South Coast – LeHave and Lunenberg

The south shore of Nova Scotia is known for its picturesque small towns  where fishing is still an important part of local economies, and for its historic buildings, artist galleries, restaurants, surfing beaches and resorts.  [All photos copyright symbol Max Vollmer, Click on any image to enlarge]

Le Have galleries along the waterfront.
Westcote Bell Pottery in LeHave
Large ceramic jar with iconic images of Nova Scotia
Artwork, Le Have

On Sunday, Karl, Stephi and I had dinner at the historic White Point Inn.  Beaches there and nearby attract surfers from as far away as Halifax when the waves are good.

Karl and his surfboard at Stephi’s house in LeHave
White Point Inn dates from 1928.
Karl and Stephi checking out the surf (??) at White Point.

I stayed in the Dockside Hotel in Lunenberg Sunday night with a room overlooking the harbor.  Lunenberg was founded in 1753 by German immigrants and is known for its lobster fishery and its colorful historic Old Town which is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

Sunrise over Lunenberg Harbor from my room at the Dockside Hotel.
Fisheries Museum of the Atlantic (right) and the side trawler, Cape Sable (center),  from my room.
Lunenberg lodges and restaurants on the waterfront.
Lunenberg waterfront.
The Fisheries Museum of the Atlantic. The racing schooner, Bluenose II, moored on the left.
Power and sail exist side by side in this working port.
Steel hull 3-master.
Lobster traps on the dock..
“Life is better on a boat.”  Is it?

The Old Town streets rise steeply from the waterfront.  Homes facing the harbor date from the 1700’s and 1800’s.  There is no shortage of churches including  St. John’s Anglican Church of Canada, founded along with the town in 1753, and built in the second half of the 18th century.

Steeper than it looks!
Spotted in a gallery window.
Bright colors prevail.
Entry doors receive a lot of attention.
Hilltop home built in the 1700’s with two interior chimneys serving four fireplaces on the 1st and 2nd floors for heat.
Side entrance.
Fine old homes dating from the earliest years built for ship’s captains and Lunenberg’s prosperous families.
St. John’s Anglican Church of Canada.
Founded in 1953, built within the first quarter century of Lunenberg’s settlement.
The La Cloche Jessen bell in front of St. John’s.
A reminder that shipbuilding and seafaring have been a part of Lunenberg for going on 300 years.
A walking path down to the harbor
Black granite pillars on the dock at the waterfront bear the names of ships and their crew members, based in Lunenberg, lost to the sea. The first name recorded is from 1898, but no doubt unknown others preceded him.  The losses drop dramatically after the 1970’s  with modern boats and communications.  The last local crewman lost at sea was in 2016.

We lost Stan Rogers, Canadian singer songwriter, in 1983 at age 34, but not before he left us memorable songs from the Maritimes.  A Stan Rogers music festival is held each year in Halifax in his honor.