Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
I don’t really get it. It seems in the U.S. these days that enthusiastic flag-waving is somehow uber-patriotic and honors our country.
But there’s a protocol to displaying the flag. This is not how it’s done. Nor is flying a flag 24/7, unlit, in any kind of weather.
We’ve all got rights, including waving the flag as we wish. But please don’t try to tell me this respects or dignifies Old Glory.
It was a grey, grey day. Colorless enough that this shot was improved by giving in to monotone.
Sunny day on the rebuilt Railroad Bridge.
The old Three Crabs Restaurant is history. The building foundation is gone and the ground is scraped flat. Across the street a new road up and over the marshland is being built. Beyond the photo to the right there is a gap in the raised soil to let river water flow through.
My trip to Port Gamble early this month included a visit to Buena Vista Cemetery, established in 1856. Like most pioneer cemeteries, its occupants arrived long ago from distant shores. Many resting souls came from Maine but there were also former residents of Ireland, Sweden, Finland, Scotland, England, and Canada.
Though many of the tombstones were unreadable from years of exposure, some, sadly memorialized infants and children. Unlike many cemeteries it doesn’t seem as if graves are packed as tightly as cordwood. And, as the name implies, “Buena Vista” has a fine view.
We had two nights in a row last week when temperatures dropped below freezing, 26 and 27 degrees. The garden took a real beating.
This is one magnificent tree. I hurried to get a shot of it before our latest gale hit. It’s beside a busy road. The overriding choice is how to stay out of traffic and get the photo.