I’m again visiting the big willow tree at the east entrance to the Dungeness Recreation Area. I last showed it to you in autumn here. One of my favorite trees – I walk past it almost daily – it was pruned about a month ago on its right side. Equestrians are less likely now to collide with its lower limbs.
Its leaves are just beginning to unfurl. This is a closer view with a camera-impatient robin taking wing.
I thought I would prefer this shot in black and white. And I do like the textures.
But when I went back and looked at the original again I preferred the color version. Each one highlights something different. I’ll let you decide for yourself.
This outfit is well positioned to take visitors kayaking on local waters. Local knowledge can be a matter of life and death. Last year a couple of kayaking visitors lost their lives when they didn’t take weather advisories seriously. Morning calm can be deceptive; afternoon winds can turn suddenly ferocious.
This tiny building stands out on a grey day…or any other day, for that matter.
I’ve posted this bottle tree before but it’s changed. It’s been nicely washed this winter and it’s been reconfigured. I guess even glass trees grow and get pruned.
On clear days you can easily see Dungeness Light Station from the edge of Dungeness Bay. Getting a good shot of it is trickier without a powerful zoom lens. I can thank Photoshop enhancements for helping with this one.
You may see partially submerged logs in the Bay. Winter storms and currents carry these through the waterways. Some are downed trees that are washed down our rivers. Occasionally some are escapees from log booms.
Graveyard Spit is a long finger of land that juts south off Dungeness Spit into Dungeness Bay. In September 1868 it got its name after a band of 26 S’Klallam Indians attacked 18 Tsimshian Indians camped on the spit before a planned trip across the Strait of Juan de Fuca. All but one of the Tsimshians were killed and buried on the spit.