painted sky

I took this on Friday morning. The sky was so glorious and changing, a water color in transition. My mother painted watercolors and when I see a sky like this, I wonder if she is up there with a brush. Sending love in this season for everyone who is missing someone.

marina and mountains

On Saturday morning my daughter and I caught the 8 am ferry to Whidby Island to return her to college at Bellingham. We are supposed to be there thirty minutes early for our reservation. The sun was rising and the mountains and marina were illuminated, with clouds and fog sliding down.