It’s hay time. It seems simple enough. Cut it. Bale it. Done.
The weather doesn’t always cooperate and wet hay isn’t good.
“Make hay while the sun shines.” Easier said than done sometimes.
Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
It’s hay time. It seems simple enough. Cut it. Bale it. Done.
The weather doesn’t always cooperate and wet hay isn’t good.
“Make hay while the sun shines.” Easier said than done sometimes.
We ventured down an unfamiliar road and found a herd of cows.
I remembered that I’d recently seen a video about how much a herd of cows liked music being played for them (click here or here if you’d like to see it for yourself). I teased DH that he should serenade them. As I moved toward the fence to shoot DH rendered a very compelling series of “m-o-o-o-s.” No music. Just a friendly hello. This was just one of the cows who enthusiastically responded.
And no matter how much I tried to give her some slack this cow simply looked grumpy to me. I guess we all have those days.
It’s Independence Day in the U.S.A. and Old Glory is being flown near and far.
I recently was told that our local Lion’s Club sets up and takes down flag displays like this around Sequim. I haven’t been able to verify that nor to find any details but it’s a rather nice service. It pains me to see flags flown improperly at night and in poor weather.
This log home looks as if it was well on its way to completion and then…who knows? It appears to have sat, open to the elements, for a while.
I like trying to catch photos of birds I see. Then comes trying to identify the bird. It feels like a minor triumph when I think I’ve succeeded. But sometimes the fun part is just learning its name. “Western wood-pewee.” Or “pewee” to you.
Ok. If you want to get proper and formal it’s “Contopus sordidulus.” Where’s the fun in that?
For today’s City Daily Photo theme day, “Look down,” I went back to a photo I took during a stint as a volunteer lighthouse keeper at the New Dungeness Light Station. This shot was taken from the top of the lighthouse looking down its narrow stairwell.
The light station is located at the end of Dungeness Spit, a five mile natural sand spit that arches into the Strait of Juan de Fuca. It is remote, windswept, and beautiful.
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I didn’t stick around to see the person who went with this bumper sticker.