This was actually our really nice bus driver who agreed to pose when we stopped near this old railroad. I think he looks authentic. He did usually have a smoke going…
I may have done a little antiquing in post processing-Ha!
Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
This was actually our really nice bus driver who agreed to pose when we stopped near this old railroad. I think he looks authentic. He did usually have a smoke going…
I may have done a little antiquing in post processing-Ha!
My friend and I were hiking this trail when up ahead we saw an animal hiding behind this tree.…
We stopped and watched (for about 10 minutes). It looked kind of like a cayote, but a little smaller. A fox? So I put on my long lens 400mm to get a better look…
It was a log, with ears, tail, and fur from the grain on the log.
Would you have been faked out too?
This was one of my favorite posts of Kay. I love the sentiments she wrote…”Some of my happiest moments are spent looking out at these mountains.”
Kay passed away a few weeks ago. Below her photo are the last words she sent me which I will share with you. (written 3/30/21)
What caught my eye first was the look of striped clouds over the Olympics. But by the time I had my camera out sunlight was flashing across the tips of the peaks. Some days the view is almost like a kaleidoscope.
This captures the look of the clouds.
Some of my happiest moments are spent looking out at these mountains.
Dear friends,
It’s time to write an email I’d hoped to avoid for longer.
Last Thursday I discontinued my cancer treatment. After a couple of good chemo infusions it stopped working. The lymphoma came back and a CT scan showed the cancer in my lymph nodes had not receded. Other symptoms, like my chronic lung problems, also returned. My quality of life has plummeted; in short, what’s been left of me has rapidly begun to drain.
The oncologists have always been candid: there was nothing certain in their arsenal and nothing much is left now. That’s the irony of having such a rare disease. And after two courses of treatment I don’t have the resilience to fight further. After six months I’m tapped out. It’s a struggle not to feel like a failure but I also recognize defeat.
I have good days and bad. The prediction is that I have “weeks to months” left. If I had a bit more energy I’d be on my way to somewhere memorable but it looks like home is where I’ll be staying.
So there we are. I wish I had better news but I guess that’s the luck of the draw. I’m thinking of you and sending all the best.
Love,Kay
This man just exuded such a peaceful countenance.
I’m starting something new. Wildlife Wednesday. On Wednesdays, I will showcase photos of wildlife that I have taken from anywhere in the world. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did in taking them