Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, we left the beach at Fort Flagler before sunset. The sky was flat grey and it was downright cold. But I happened to look over my shoulder as we reached the nearby campground. The sky had burst into flames and burned bright gold. I took this shot a few minutes later when we returned to the beach. And it got even better. Check back tomorrow for Evolution of Sunset part 3.
Here’s a stretch of trail we walked last week at Fort Flagler. It’s a beautiful place to walk.
We also spent time on the beach and thought we’d take in the sunset. But it looked like the sun was going to get buried in dark clouds. So we headed back to camp. Bad call! Check back tomorrow for part 2 of the Evolution of Sunset.
In some ways it’s easier to take pictures of our friend Marie than it is to adequately describe her. People you know and love become the fiber of your life after a while and we’ve known Marie long enough that she’s part of our weave. “Brilliant, endlessly curious, accomplished, and energetic” come to mind. It’s fun to hang out with her just to see where her path will lead. She acted as our tour guide on our recent trip to California and it was a very good time.
She’s also a fine photographer…though she and I have taken enough pictures of each other that there are more than a few that could probably be ransomed. Enough said.
Summer rips by fast in the Pacific Northwest and we’ve been eager to put some miles on our new-to-us tiny trailer. Last week we spent a couple of days at historic Fort Flagler on Marrowstone Island. Here’s Battery Calwell, one of the old military installations overlooking Puget Sound. I liked how a little Photoshopping highlighted its features.
It pays to look up sometimes.
When we arrived in Sequim to our newly built house I’d not thought much about stuff like gravel and crushed rock. That changed fast. The wet soil around our home was a sea of thick, sticky mud. When we haven’t hauled trailer loads of rock to build walkways to and from our doors trucks like this have come and dumped mother lodes of it.
Blake is one of the local spots for rock, from the little stuff to big, ornamental boulders.
They also sell pavers, concrete masonry units (“CMU”), flue tiles and such.
Before I leave the Fred Telonicher Marine Laboratory, I’ll introduce you to a living tiger shrimp. It’s front and center in the shot above, brown and shiny, almost camouflaged. But it proudly stands there almost waiting for its portrait to be taken. In the background are some gorgeous strawberry anemones.
I eat cooked shrimp in virtually every shape and form. Looking this cute little guy in the eye hasn’t exactly changed my appetite but, gee…doesn’t he seem to have personality?