For Wordless Wednesday.
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.
Taken of the Olympic Mountains from Port Townsend earlier this year.
For the Daily Prompt: calling.
I didn’t see the flag in this picture until I reviewed it. It’s the mountain that I see. No matter how much fuss and noise people make, the world and the universe are still so much bigger.
For the Daily Prompt: unfurl. A curled fern.
On Sunday I went to Hurricane Ridge with two friends and skied. It was sunny and gorgeous and the mountains were out. I have never skied up there before. There is a rope tow on the front side and a poma lift on the back. I hadn’t ridden a poma before and it’s been years since I rode a t-bar lift….. used unfamiliar muscles going up the hill as well as down!
I was crossing from Coupeville to Port Townsend yesterday afternoon, and the Olympic Mountains were gorgeous. I wanted to capture the haze between the lower ridge and the high peaks, mist and mystery.
This if for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #51. Just an early morning photo when I was arriving at work….