For the Daily Prompt: risky.
I took this September 2015, at the Great Port Townsend Bay Kinetic Sculpture Race. The human powered vehicles must go on land, in water, and through a mud bog….
For Wordless Wednesday.
The trees along the Riverwalk are gorgeous and cooling and soothing. This is from two evenings ago, busy and noisy at the end of the day…
…wait. Do you see a bird?
I volunteered at the Wooden Boat Festival yesterday. The children’s boatbuilding was very busy. This future sailor is working on design and navigation.
I took this on Saturday. Yesterday we had smoke, not fog, from all the fires. When I went out to my car, there was a fine rain of ash. The smoke frightens me and I feel like a child again, in a car with the smell of my father’s cigarettes, unfiltered camels. I feel edgy all day.
I would rather have the fog.
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