Metal art adorns the Johnson Creek Trestle. These leaves are near the east end of the trestle. Further west, deeper in shadow and close to the creek, are metal fish that defied capture.
Month: February 2013
Happy Valentine’s Day
People who spend much time around me invariably discover that I tend to collect hearts. I don’t go overboard, but there are a few mugs with hearts, two heart-shaped bowls, some jewelry, the heart here and there in the home decor. Many years ago, walking in the desert, I began a collection of heart-shaped rocks found on rambles. The hearts that happen, the random occurrence in nature, are the most special to me. Those are my favorite valentines and I welcome them on any day of the year. So, naturally, when I discovered the random valentine in a bite of dinner it became a photograph. I know I pour love into my cooking. It’s nice to see the proof.
I hope you feel surrounded with love today and every day. It’s there if you open your eyes. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Working Barn 5
I found today’s working barn nestled up in the Olympic Mountain foothills. It looks like it has space for almost anything imaginable, the sort of place that lights up my husband’s eyes or those of anyone who has projects in mind. But I’m guessing it’s already being put to good use.
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My three cents worth
Our Canadian friends are losing their pennies. The Canadian government ceased making them a week ago today and there’s a growing concensus that the U.S. should do the same. I’ve heard radio discussions about the numbers of seconds wasted counting out each penny in change, that costs could simply be rounded up, that it costs more to make the penny than it’s worth.
The sad thing is that it’s been so very long since a penny could buy anything. Sad because it makes me feel much older than I care to admit. But in the days when I bought the odd penny candy I certainly never imagined that oneday I’d “spend” most of my money with a debit card and rarely hunt up change of any denomination because I wouldn’t need it.
Railroad ties
I almost overlooked these railroad ties that formed the backbone of a mural and sign at the Johnson Creek Trestle, last Saturday’s post. Rough hewn and strong, these ties are nearly 100 years old.
Lost in primroses
I was nearly overwhelmed when I came upon this display of primroses: flats and flats of bright flowers with the unmistakable sweet smell of spring. Now I think I know what a bee feels like when she happens on a trove of pollen. “Wow! Wait ’til I get back to the hive and share this!” I carry mine back in my camera.
Happy New Year to all my Chinese friends. May this Year of the Snake be good to you.
Johnson Creek Trestle
The Johnson Creek Trestle is one of the remnants of our region’s railroading history. At one time there were 600-700 miles of rails, most laid as part of timber harvesting operations. The Johnson Creek Trestle was built in 1914 by the Seattle, Port Angeles & Western Railway Company. The last train passed over this trestle in 1983 and today there are no railroads operating on the Olympic Peninsula.
Volunteer efforts led by Peninsula Trails Coalition converted this trestle to pedestrian use in 2002 and it is part of the Olympic Discovery Trail.
The trestle’s graceful curve passes high above Johnson Creek and brushes the upper story of trees that grow in this riparian area.
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