The Dungeness River

The local paper announced that there is an historically high run of pink salmon spawning in the Dungeness River right now. I had to go take a look. The part of the river that I visited was not optimum for viewing the fish as they struggle up the river, against the current. But I came home with portraits of the water surface, almost Impressionistic, that I rather like. And there are fish mixed in here, too.

Going hungry

I used to have spare change – cash – in my wallet. And when I wanted to save a bit for something extra I could reliably find a money here and there to feed the bank.

These days I have a debit card. I don’t carry much cash. Garage sales are about the only places that don’t take debit cards. And my piggy bank. The poor guy is going hungry.

Green thumb

This is the second year I’ve grown leeks. As with garlic, I’m hooked.

I do like gardening, growing things. But I love planning a meal, then trotting out to the garden to dig up and harvest something that will be on the dinner menu that evening. And it seems I love it more with every meal. These leeks became a big batch of potato leek soup. The next ones joined a seafood chowder. In all modesty, they were delicious.