For Wordless Wednesday.
hawkish
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: speculate.
We walked North Beach yesterday, 2 or 3 miles out starting at high tide 1:30 pm. There was a very large dead octopus on the beach. There were three bald eagles in the trees above and then more in flight, arriving for a chance at this meal. There was a pair of bald eagles flying in tandem and then this bird. The white wing tips are the clue. I can only find one very large bird in North America with the wings with white feathers at the ends, and it’s not an eagle.
Do you care to speculate? If I am correct, it is a long way from the Cornell Bird Lab map of where it is supposed to live.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: iridescence.
For the Ragtag daily prompt: March.
March is flowers! I took this in February but now everything outside is budding, a little late for here. Usually my camellia is blooming by the end of January. The magnolia has heavy fuzzy buds and I have a fifth orchid, my tiniest sweetest one, blooming.
The clouds have breaks when I am taking this, and the sun lights up the cliffs far across the water. Caught with the help of a zoom lens.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: needle.
The Great Port Townsend Kinetic Sculpture Race takes place every fall. The costumes and the sculptures, human powered, on land, in the water, through mud, are amazing and fabulous. I think the racers are mechanics, seamstresses, engineers, divinely silly, skilled in wheels, gears, needle and thread, glitter glue, duct tape and teddy bear placement. The costumes are amazing and the mobile sculpture transports are even more amazing.

For Norm2.0’s Thursday Doors.
Another snow picture as the sun rose and things were backlit. The front of the house faces south.
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: leaflet.
in snow robins search
red berries from the autumn
make heart leaflets dance
Taken yesterday.
For Norm2.0’s Thursday doors.
This is the arched entry from my house. I was trying to capture the blues in the snow on Monday as the evening light dimmed. It’s time I photographed a lot more of my local doors, since Port Townsend has many building built from 1860-1880. Not my house, it’s from 1929. More doors to follow soon.


Home to the Longette!
Intelligence that is not artificial: we are real.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Or not, depending on my mood
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Exploring the great outdoors one step at a time
Some of the creative paths that escaped from my brain!
Books, reading and more ... with an Australian focus ... written on Ngunnawal Country
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Coast-to-coast US bike tour
Generative AI
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imperfect pictures
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NEW FLOWERY JOURNEYS
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Art from the Earth
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