C.A. Bushnell and Pearl R. Crouch photographs and poetry, circa 1910-1920

"Ashland--/ Pearl of the Siskiyous--/ Of opporunity/ possessed,/ In beauty serves/ as the Southern Gate/ to the glories/ of/ The Great Northwest"

"Once in a/ winter-moon/ it falls--/Softly and/ feather-slow--/ Then with the sun/ it vanishes--/ The miracle/ of/ snow."

"I spring/ from snowy heights/ inviolate,/ thru ferny grots/ and tranquil/ willow-shade./ Where silver trout/ dart silently/ and deep,/ And shallow, sunlit/ pools,/ Where chilldren wade."

"Enthroned in rock-set/ ferny grace,/ Woodland maid/ of mystery/ The silver of/ her streaming hair/ rippling over/ wrist and knee"

"Ballet birches/ poise in trio/ pirouetting/ as we pass;/ Evergreens tread/ stately measure,/ While their flounces/ sweep the grass."

"Lake-set fountain,/ silver-bright,/ Radiating/ paths of light;? Midnight tree-winds,/ soft and deep,/ Sing your floating/ swans to sleep."

"Here is the peace/ my heart/ would know--/ My woodland lake/ in the noon's/ warm glow./ A dreaming hour, the wind's soft stir, In circling oak/ and/ conifer."

"One more nut/ at the foot/ of a fir--/ I've burried it close/ to my cache;/ And now that it's safe,/ my winter store--/ I'll flirt/ my feathery tail/ and play."

"One scene/ in memory/ Beloved/ enchantment/lends--/ a quiet/ woodland path/ Leaf-shadowed/ where/ it bends."

"Tennis, horseshoes,/ rest, croquet,/ Bear/ vacation hours/ away./ While refreshing/ breezes blow/ From flowering/ vale/ And skiing/ snow."

"No sound/ but the symphony/ Of pine winds/ low and deep,/ And the croon/ of the river-tide/ in/ its rocky sweep."

"They have journeyed far--/ these woodland/ patriarchs/ And now they reach/ at last/ with eager stride/ The dream/ that kept them plodding/ on their way--/ The shimmer of/ the water's/ singing tide."