Tag Archives: Port Townsend

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Gold deer

I go for coffee with B in March, in the early morning. It is clear and the rising sun turns everything gold. We are out on one of the docks with our coffee. Two deer come to the water and walk along it, under the dock and back. They are not here to quench their thirst, because this is the Salish Sea, not fresh water. So what are they doing?

“It’s clear, let’s go down to the water. It is so pretty out. Now, before most of the people are up.”

“Yes, let’s!”

Just like us.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: quench.

My parents taught me the song. It dates back to the 1500s.

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Traffic in Port Townsend

The photograph is taken by Rowan DeLuna and used with her permission. Thank you Rowan!

My son’s response: Very responsible to use the crosswalks.

Our local deer use the crosswalks often. I have seen does teaching fawns at corners. So are the deer teaching the otters too?

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Decoration

This is one of our wonderful old buildings downtown. The front and one side are enhanced with the windows and trim and decoration. The side facing the water is plain bricks but still has the windows. I think both sides have their beauty.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: enhance.

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Sophisticated

We have the best deer. Really.

I took the photograph Tuesday night, from the garden behind the Bishop Hotel. “So what?” you say, “She’s just lying there.”

Let’s pan out.

She is on the hill up to the right. She is listening to the jazz, Johnathan Doyle and friends, first time this year playing outside on Tuesday night. She has at least one fawn, too. I spotted it in the garden on the other side of the band. Mom deer came behind the band, stopped and considered whether the jazz was up to her standards or not, and then she went to the hill. The fawn stayed hidden, back to the left of the dancers.

Mom deer stayed close to keep an eye on everyone and she listened to the jazz.

We really do have the most sophisticated deer.

Maybe next she’ll dance or try the saxophone.

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Satirical

I am looking through photographs looking for a Satyr. Or Satyrs. I know that I have Fauns on a frieze in a very peculiar old repurposed Elks Club in Portland, but Fauns are not quite Satyrs. And satirical is from a different origin than Satyr.

Really, though, I am surprised that no one was dressed as a Satyr at the Great Port Townsend Kinetic Sculpture Race.

The costumes are always amazing.

Here is a sculpture with the rider. A Satyr or not?

This is the day before the race, with the parade and the brake test and the water test. The water is in the 40s or low 50s.

What do we call a female Satyr?

No, surely she is not one. Will the Judges permit Satyrs?

It does not appear that they will.

The cover picture is most satirical to me: the joyful silliness of the human powered race, on land, on sea and through mud, with a sailboat race in the background and Indian Island, with a crane and a military presence. Let’s have more more more joyful silliness.

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The Great Port Townsend Bay Kinetic Sculpture Race: https://www.ptkineticrace.org/

This is the 2018 Race.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Satyr.

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Learn young

This child is not afraid of the saxophone because she is growing up with it. The saxophone player is her father. She’s ready to help and be up on stage as well! She’ll have a fabulous jazz foundation and her father didn’t miss a note!

This is Tuesday night at the Bishop Hotel in Port Townsend, Washington. Chris Miller and Peter Leopold Freeman.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: saxophone.

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People at the Farmer’s Market

These were taken at the Farmer’s Market in Port Townsend in 2014.

People enjoying the sun and their treats.
I got to dance with this young woman!

I hope the Farmer’s Market is back this summer. I will still be masked in crowds, but I hope I get to dance!

A wonderful young dancer enjoying the band!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: people.

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bird view

I took this from up on the bluff at Fort Worden on December 22, 2021. A grey and cloudy day, but I think it is still beautiful, the fort and the town and the sound laid out.

There is a hike that one can take. It seems to end in a clearing. After my first decade here I learn that one can walk out the ridge. At the sketchy dangerous end of the ridge, if it is clear enough, we are looking down at the Quimper Peninsula, Marrowstone Island, Indian Island, Port Townsend Bay, and the Cascade Mountains across the Salish Sea. It is an amazing view. It is a 2 mile hike, mostly up, and you have to drive up a fire road first. Forget about cell service up there. It is gorgeous.