The blue sky was s-o-o-o welcome…and then, way, way off in the distance was the moon, creeping toward fullness, almost like an ornament hung in the curve of a branch.
Dinner must wait
Robins in the tree waiting for walkers to pass so they can return to the hunt for dinner along the trail. I’m certain the worms don’t mind the delay.
Daffodils!
After we moved here our neighbors asked if we would like some daffodil bulbs. My “yes!” was met with a bag stuffed with hundreds of tiny bulbs. The neighbors have since moved. I can’t think of a nicer gift than to remember kind and generous neighbors when their flowers bloom. Thank you, Miriam and Gene!
The boathouse
Here’s a view of the Lake Quinault Lodge boathouse. Basic and dog friendly, with a killer porch.
Green and growing
We didn’t immerse ourselves in the rain forest last week when we went out west. Our loss. I am convinced that the rainforests of western Washington are where God invented the color green…and, probably, moss. It is a world carpeted in moss, muffled, softened, and damp – if not downright spongy.
This is the chimney of the massive fireplace at Lake Quinault Lodge. It, like so many other surfaces, grows abundant moss, and ferns anywhere they can gain a toehold. When I first saw the wooden carving that runs up the chimney I thought it was a totem pole. Then I discovered it was a rain gauge. It’s marked in feet. There is a plaque marked by a small red cross that notes record rainfall. It rests at about 15 and a quarter feet.
The beak of the bird on the gauge, by the way, is covered in moss.
More from out west
It rains a lot out west…on average, over 120 inches a year. We arrived during a short dry spell that allowed this misty view of the mountains around Lake Quinault.
Because we brought our four-legged pal with us we stayed in the old boathouse, a low slung building with wide porches, a great lake viewing area, and easy access to leashed wanderings for the furry one.
Theme Day: Aging
When did it happen? The day you stopped shooting hoops with your best friend? When you lost your love and it robbed your joy? After the close call, the near accident you didn’t see coming? When your knee, your hip, your vision wasn’t what it used to be…and the world began to get very small?
Today’s City Daily Photo theme is Aging. Click here to see interpretations of the theme from photographers around the globe.