It’s always nice to see seemingly unending clouds shot through with light. This is a view across the Strait of Juan de Fuca toward Port Angeles.
Author: Kay
End of the line III
Here’s a closer look at the collapsing barn I posted yesterday. Sadly, it looks like it was quite a fine one in its day. I ventured as close as my own caution and a “no trespassing” sign allowed.
There actually is a couch stationed at the front of the barn. I suppose someone finds the barn’s collapse entertaining.
End of the line II
I posted the shot above on September 25th. Pardon the repetition, but I think it’s striking to take a look at it again, a month later, with an updated shot.
I’m not sure when the cupola disappeared into that gaping hole in the roof. I noticed its absence a week or two after I posted the first shot. As evidenced here, the wind and weather this time of the year is not kind to fragile buildings.
I ventured closer to this barn the day I took the latest shot. I’ll post more portraits of it tomorrow.
Sunset mood
This is another of those Olympic Mountain moods that I love. A little hint of light and color at sunset.
Hopeful signs
This project recently began, giving rise to hope that the building industry may show some signs of life. We’ve seen surveyors here and there as well: they’re often the first to work when something’s going to be done. Sadly, there are a lot of dreams that have been on hold – and crushed – over the last several years.
Hat and mitten weather
There’s more than just a little nip in the air here. Our outside thermometer was down to 32 degrees F (0 C) when we went to bed on Saturday night. And the Olympic Mountains already have a significant dusting of snow. Time to pull out more blankets and stoke the fire.
It looks like this operation on Grant Road is ready to offer assistance if you need wood. . .or, they’re darned prepared for the very worst.
Where are the pig people?
Sunny Farms, our local market and nursery, usually has a venerable pumpkin pig couple who hold court this time of year. Kinda sorta like Santa and Mrs. Claus with a country attitude and a, uh, different kind of cute. You can’t sit on their laps and I don’t think they grant Halloween wishes. But then I haven’t done any asking. And unlike the typical Claus North Pole scene, that bench in their little hut hints at a repurposed “utility shed.”
I’ve gone by with my camera repeatedly and Mr. and Mrs. Pumpkin Pig haven’t been there. Where are they? We don’t know where they go when their Halloween gig is done. Zip lining in the Amazon? Skiing in the Arctic? Studying lions in the African savannah?
Here’s last year’s portrait. If you see them around, do tell them they’re missed. . .although scheduling this post probably guarantees that they’re now back, holding court like they were never gone.