If you like old farm equipment you’re sure to find some here and there around an old farming community.
This John Deere is parked outside Evergreen Towing in Sequim. This is a closer look for those who are interested in how these things work.
Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
If you like old farm equipment you’re sure to find some here and there around an old farming community.
This John Deere is parked outside Evergreen Towing in Sequim. This is a closer look for those who are interested in how these things work.
Spring day and a clear view from the Dungeness Recreation Area looking south toward the Olympic Mountains.
I posted an early springtime shot of this willow at the Dungeness Recreation Area here. It quickly took on the mantle of spring once it got going. This shot was taken about a month later.
This is one of those fences that seems to go on forever.
This is another of our common native plants. The leaves may look familiar to you. They are commonly harvested for use in floral arrangements. The little blossoms become tiny blackish berries that area eaten by birds, deer, and humans. I’ve never tried them; I must add them to my foraging menu.
Today’s theme day challenge, “smell,” could take many pictorial forms: lush flowers, food, icky stuff. I choose to go to the source. What’s a smell without a nose to identify, reject, or savor it? And don’t noses take wonderful and interesting forms? Two of the noses above belong to siblings but they are each entirely unique.
And in the Department of Noses, humans routinely come in rather inferior to animals in what can be discerned in a sniff.
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The lands of the Dungeness Recreation Area are frosted with blossoms of native serviceberries (amelanchier alnifolia) these days.
Also called saskatoons, in summertime these showy blossoms turn to tiny purple berries. They attract birds, among them one of my favorite visitors, cedar waxwings.
People also eat the abundant berries though they can be a bit mealy. We met a Native American woman harvesting them for pies and other treats one summer and a couple of Eastern Europeans who were convinced they’d found wild blueberries. Some trees have better berries than others. I suspect the soil quality is a big factor.