
I gauge the season by how this mountain top looks from window. It was spotty last week but the latest storms have once again iced the top.
Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
I gauge the season by how this mountain top looks from window. It was spotty last week but the latest storms have once again iced the top.
I’m not sure this big boy is actually shy of anything….
Finally back to sunny Sequim. The snow is evaporating and my view is back!
The tribe has built a beautiful memorial at the end of the bay near all their tribal centers.
As I was taking this shot of the iceberg at the summers lowest light (sun never sets in August), my friend was taking a picture of me!
My father LOVED junkyard art. He brought these dogs everywhere he moved. They weren’t my thing. HOWEVER–when he moved to the nursing home and I sold or gave away most of his things I brought these home.
They bring me great unexpected joy…
Whenever I see them, their expressions remind me of my quirky ol papa smiling from above.
The walrus on the left lost a tusk. Life in the arctic is tough.