Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
It was a flat, grey day but I liked the branches of this tree so into Photoshop it went. Here’s how it emerged.
Not content to leave well enough alone, I played with the colors, too. It’s not to my liking but it helped me get through a brief tantrum: “NOOOO!!!! I don’t want grey days again!” That’s the sort of thing that helps when there’s no chocolate in the house.
Dungeness Cemetery is the resting place of some of Sequim’s pioneer families. It’s small but beautifully located.
Remembering Birdman, one of our blogging community’s distinctive voices. He passed away suddenly last weekend. His posts, often enlivened with a fine wit, were always crafted with succinct commentary on life and living and his photos spoke equally well of his vision. I never met him but I feel as if I’ve lost a special friend. RIP, Birdman.
We stopped near the Olympic Game Farm the other day, overlooking an area that isn’t usually populated with the wide variety of animals that call this place home. First we saw a group of horned, long-haired cattle-ish critters (that aren’t named on their website). Then along came llamas, purposefully heading to a grassy corner of the enclosure. Finally, along came two zebras. Not your typical backyard animals.
I love autumn. I just wish shorter days weren’t part of the package.
A sign on the wall at Jose’s Famous Salsa on Washington Street.
St. Luke’s Episcopal Church has crisp, clean lines that have long tantalized me. The other day I had a clear shot of its steeple in the late afternoon.
I was in the neighborhood behind it one morning last week and caught this shot. I love the roof lines.
The geese are forming up in flocks. At first the groups are small and seem to fly in random patterns. Now the flocks are getting larger and larger, heading more purposefully across the horizon around sunset, sounding like a group of old friends excitedly squawking, catching up on news. Some stick around but most of them seem intent on heading south.