All of these graduates at Washington State University, done, finished. Perhaps they were truants here and there, slept in, skipped a class, were out sick, learned from the book or on line. But they are done!
Taken in 2017.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: truant.
Just what the camera recorded, no computer changes. My daughter and I were camping and I was photographing the sunrise in 2014.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: lemon.
I got Sol Duc and Elwha as very small kittens, 2 pounds and 1.7 pounds, in fall 2021.
These are from September of 2022. Siblings and bunk beds.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pets!
I took this hiking Mount Townsend in May, 2017 with my daughter and a friend. Do you see the wild rhododendron in the shade?
The top of Mount Townsend is at 6260 feet, here. It is beautiful switchbacks through woods and then opens up at the top. The altitude gain is 3000+ feet.
The first time I hiked it, in 2000, it was clouded at the top. We were disappointed and ate lunch and napped. When we woke up, the clouds had dropped and we had an amazing view of the Olympic Mountains from the top of the ridge. A marmot kept us company further along the ridge as well.
The rhododendrons look like they are just floating in the woods. Airborne!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: airborne!
Ok, this doesn’t fit the mood, but my title makes me sing it!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1J8E9dnd5g
I was at an AirBnB for a few days last week. The great blue heron landed in the top of the tree in the next yard before sunrise. Then she stayed there waiting and enjoying the warmth when the sun was up. Eventually an eagle headed for the tree. The heron took off and the eagle landed.
The next two mornings I did not see an eagle or a great blue heron in the tree, perhaps because it was gray and cold and overcast both mornings.
That is why we have such big trees in the Pacific Northwest, so that eagles and great blue herons can build massive nests.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: landing.
My daughter gave me new foul weather pants for sailing for my birthday. She borrowed mine when she started college. She was on the racing team at Western Washington and my pants took a beating. During this visit she put about 1/3 of a roll of duct tape on them for an alumni race in the Lopez Island harbor. I offered to loan her my new pants but she explained that hers are now a tradition, duct tape and all. Her team won the regatta.
Here we are showing off the pants. I got lots of hugs for my birthday too, hoorah. I think my son took the photograph!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hug.
If something doesn’t matter, is it anti-matter?
Lily’s person moved two days ago, much closer. Supposedly to a place where Lily the cat can go, but instead of a private room, there is a roommate. It took me a month to get Lily cat to let me pat her, so the roommate won’t work. We are all very very frustrated. And next week daily treatments for Lily’s person start, thirty minutes away, without enough warning to get volunteer drivers. So it will be me. I am tired. But I suppose it’s anti-matter, right? We were given 24 hours notice by the nursing home and by the physicians about both the move and the treatment and they wanted to start the treatment the same day that she was moving. Whether we can provide all the transport seems to be irrelevant.
The stealthie is from Whidby Island. Right, I’m just an irrelevant shadow as far as the medical dysfunctional machine is concerned.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: irrelevant.
As the tide comes in, the dock and the boat rise with the tide. The rings rise up the pipes of the pipe dock.
The gangplank is hinged so it can swivel. Stairs would not make sense, because the angle would change as the tide changes.
No hinges or swivels on the bridge!
I took these yesterday in La Conner, Washington. This is the Rainbow Bridge over Swinomish Channel.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: swivel.
I am sitting here watching a great blue heron watch the sunrise. We are both happy.
“The sun comes up
in a coffee cup
waitress please I’ve had enough.”
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: consistent.
This is Boa Black, who died in the first year of Covid, at age 17.
“Don’t tell jokes about me to visitors!”
“Ah, now I can relax.”
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: joker.
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