Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
This weekend is the Clallam County Fair and yesterday was the logging show. For the uninitiated (me, for instance), the show is focused on competitive skills: we watched sawing and axe throwing. What you see here is “Jack and Jill” two person manual sawing. Simply said, the couple is timed as they saw through a log as fast as possible. It’s like an instant snapshot metaphor of marriage in action.
Logging is part of the local history and heritage here. I’ll show you more of the action tomorrow.
This house often catches my eye. I’m a sucker for dormers, love that well-groomed look, like porches. And today I discovered it’s for sale.
I knew just by looking at it that it was well beyond my price range, though with three acres of land it’s a fraction of what it would cost where I came from in California. My house has a much better view. And I’m not looking to move. Are you?
So far there’s not much drama as the new Sequim City Hall begins to take shape. But compared to my first post last June, here, you can see progress. I was lucky to find an open gate that allowed me to avoid those nasty “through the cyclone fence” construction shots.
The foundation’s been poured and the blue coloring you see is insulation. The garden of upright piping, seen better in the top shot, is stubbing for plumbing and electrical.
Sometimes a public restroom is a very welcome sight. Yet they can run a real gamut of what constitutes “welcome” and a restroom. Though I haven’t gone in to inspect this one by all appearances Sequim has rolled out a rather nice welcome mat here.
Throughout summer thistles grow, bloom, and then go to seed. They have tough, toothed leaves with sharp spines and thick, fibrous roots. I can’t find anything to recommend them.
This time of the year thistles go to seed. They produce downy puffs, prodigious amounts of them, that get airborne in our afternoon breezes. I looked out a window the other day to see great drifts of thistle puffs blowing past like a peculiar summer snowstorm.
The fluffy seeds get caught on anything in their path. Then with fall rains they wash into the soil and continue the cycle.
I read in the paper a couple of months ago that the City of Sequim had commissioned art to cover some of the utility vaults around town. The art here is from the Jamestown S’Klallam tribe, more than likely Dale Faulstich, graphic artist and carver of totem poles. (I can’t find the article I clipped about this. How this could happen on my desk?)
As I aimed at the vault my husband pointed out the vintage “Henry J” driving past. Not familiar with this old timer? Click here for more details.
This spot is in the heart of downtown. The Sequim Open Air Market is held here on Saturdays. In the distance is Pan d’Amore, our go-to for artisan breads, and to the right is Over the Fence, a source for home and garden decor.
Today is a mini celebration with three tiny and delicious cupcakes from That Takes the Cake, Sequim’s cupcake mecca. My first post went live three years ago today. Counting this one, that’s 1,072 posts. It’s been an adventure.
I’ve seen more things through my camera than I ever imagined. I’ve done more things, too, in the service of blogging. Peering more deeply at the mundane, stopping by the sides of roads, thinking in pictures, introducing myself to strangers…and, yes, sitting at the computer, all come to mind.
I’ve “met” a lot of interesting bloggers from around the world and seen inspiring, amazing images.
It’s gratifying that people like you visit this blog and that some even make time to comment. And it’s nice, too, to capture bits of life in photographs. Thanks for joining me on the ride!
And since today is sort of about me here’s a selfie of me dazzling the world with my high end Brownie Hawkeye.