Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
Chord, the Wonder Dog. Avid walker. Fine companion. Most people think their animals are the best in the world. I’m no different.
Chord tip toed through the tulips at the Skagitt Valley Tulip Festival last year. I’d known of this event for many years but last spring was my first opportunity to visit. I’ll share a few more pictures in the next day or two.
The last time I heard, our local Walmart was scheduled to have its grand opening as a “superstore” some time this month. And the last time I was there, much of the new west (left) side of the building was open and full of products. The construction barriers are down and it looks as if it is just getting some final touches before it’s declared “done.” In the meantime, here it is!
I’ve seen this playhouse out of the corner of my eye a number of times, but it wasn’t until I got up close that I discovered this little daydream of fun. I wonder if I might be invited in for tea on a warmer day.
A rainbow off the Dungeness Bluffs as a squall heads for land. And all I had was my point-and-shoot to record it.
I’m sure most people take it for granted, but I was surprised when I made popcorn for the first time in our new microwave. The readout said “Enjoy.” They’ll beep, or flash, or simply refuse me. I’m not accustomed to messages like this from my appliances.
It’s City Daily Photo’s Theme Day again and today’s theme is “Electricity.” The photo above may be enigmatic, but it is about electricity. I’ll explain.
I worked many years ago for a non-profit youth corps that did projects on public lands, building trails, clearing brush and such. We rented a small shop space where our crews met, picked up tools, and headed off to work. One night we had a devastating fire. When I arrived to “secure” the site the firemen were pumping out the rivers of water they’d poured on to stop the flames. The building was a total loss.
We were instructed to inventory our losses as they were carted out to dumpsters we rented for clean-up. The day was a steady parade of melted, charred, lumps and chunks. The item pictured above includes part of a face mask and an exhaust pipe. I call it my fire sculpture and have kept it for over two decades. It reminds me that the tangible, solid, and secure things of our lives can suddenly be illusion.
Electricity? You may have guessed: the fire was traced directly to an electrical circuit panel. A well-meaning staff member had done some rewiring and hadn’t gotten it right. Electricity says more to me than the power to run our stuff, the drama of a storm. It’s a force we ought not be overly casual about.
Every now and then I crave a good, char-broiled hamburger. I haven’t scoured Sequim for the perfect burger, but have been happy with the ones I’ve found at Stymie’s, the bar and grill at the Cedars at Dungeness Golf Course. I tried something new yesterday: this one came topped with blue cheese. And instead of the standard virtuous salad I opted for the sweet potato fries. I left happy.
Here’s the front of the building. The golf course is beyond the back and Stymie’s, at the back, looks onto the course. To the right is one of the Jamestown S’Klallam Tribe’s many totem poles. I posted other photos of this spot here, earlier this month.