Back to Fort Worden in the evening at the end of a beach walk. Fading light and everything turning blue and beautiful and mysterious.
Blue beach
Back to Fort Worden in the evening at the end of a beach walk. Fading light and everything turning blue and beautiful and mysterious.
Our rock sitter is not a seal: an otter. We see at least 5 otters in groups of one and two while we are hiking. These are river otters even though they are on Puget Sound. They can make a terrible mess in a boat, but they swim with such joy.
The Wooden Boat Festival is in September. This is from September 2016, early morning, before the festival is in full swing. I am thinking of selling my father’s sailboat, sigh. Slip fees are rising and medicine is such a mess right now…. let go.
But the festival is a delight each year. This year it will be September 8-10.
I have two of my father’s cameras and this is taken in the early morning. Zoom lens, looking across Port Townsend Bay at Mount Tahoma, aka Mount Ranier.
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!
This is for Photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #96
Evening beach walk again and the dimming light made everything look a little different. I startled for just a moment, seeing this as a spider emerging from the sand…..
I took this yesterday with my cell phone. The sun was setting and moon rising and it was gorgeous.
For Wordless Wednesday.
small beloved that I love
with my small body and soul
come in the yard and play with me
walls fall down
big Beloved that I love
that is all inside and out
come outside and play with me
walls fall down
small beloved that I love
you don’t love me back
I will love you anyhow
walls fall down
big Beloved that I love
loves me back no matter what
my heart opens like a door
walls fall down
small beloved that I love
blessings on your life
I will long to see your face
walls fall down
big Beloved that I love
let all walk in peace
loving kindness, safe and free
walls fall down
I took the photograph in Portland, Oregon. Walls… but this wall is around a school that is being rebuilt and the fence is to keep people out of the construction site, safe, and to protect the machinery and supplies for the repair. How do we balance safety and freedom, growth and kindness?
Good morning, clouds. Good morning, mountains. Good morning, reader and I hope your day is blessed.
This is taken from the ferry going from Whidby Island to Port Townsend.
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