Portland had a big winter storm and it snowed for days. I packed up my camera and walked in the falling snow and blowing wind to see how Lone Fir would look draped in winter white. Needless to say, it was beautiful. Many other people were there as well, walking around and enjoying this rare winter scene. For those who weren't fortunate enough to make it in person, I hope these photos will catch some of the magic of the snow and how it decorated the graves of the good people of Lone Fir.
"Angel of Prayer, create with affirming words that which you desire. Have faith that with intent your answers will manifest. The Angel of Prayer knows that all you need has already been given. Gratefully allow it to be so." Although these words are not inscribed beneath this angel, I felt like she had something to say and Googled the words 'prayer angel.' Many were religious, but this one seemed nice to me and could apply to all people.
On a previous visit I photographed this site. Amazing how the snow makes it so much prettier, to me anyway!
Although you would think a cemetery is normally quiet, Lone Fir usually
isn't. It's surrounded by streets with cars and traffic, homes and
apartment buildings. Even inside there are usually squirrels and birds;
the ravens, especially, make plenty of noise with their squawking. But
today, the snow muffled the sounds. The squirrels and birds were nowhere
to be seen, most likely hunkering down and waiting for the storm to
pass. For once, this place was truly quiet, and serene. I think this
photo gives you a feel of that.
You know if you've read my previous blogs that I love the trees at Lone Fir. I did a blog entirely on the trees to be found there, including several that hold the Portland Heritage Tree designation. Today, the trees that really stand out are the Sequoia. Their beautiful reddish trunks are highlighted by the pure, white snow.
Here are Elizabeth and James Stephens.
James is considered the donor of the land that became Lone Fir Cemetery.
Elizabeth doesn't look very happy to be covered in snow, does she?
This is the prettiest angel in the cemetery, I think. She also seems to be the happiest.
This beautiful tribute caught my attention. It leaves no doubt that this mother was (and is) loved.
And with one last photo of this angel, who appears to be standing guard, I left the cemetery and headed for the comforts of my warm apartment. Thank you, to the good people who inhabit Lone Fir, for letting me wander amongst you. You may be dead, but you are not gone! Your stories, your presence, remain as an inspiration to those of us who are lucky enough to visit you here. Till next time, rest well.
