One of the reasons I love living here is this: Everyday life is surrounded by a beautiful view. This was taken from the parking lot at our veterinarian’s office.
Category: Barns
A barn two ways
I didn’t like the wires in this shot and I didn’t want to crop the tree tops. But I loved the warm light. So here it is with “wire pollution.”
I moved in closer to sidestep the wires and the light had changed, just like that. And here it is, a cleaner shot and so-so light. It’s not the first time a shot of his barn has eluded me.
Wood, moss, and lichen
Putting in a fence is so much work it’s a shame the toll that time and weather can take on it.
Saluting Martin Luther King, Jr. today on his holiday, and honoring his courage and vision.
Clark barn
Sunset view of the Clark barn. The Clarks are one of the early pioneer families in Dungeness. Beyond the barn, in the right side of the picture, is a beautiful two story farm house that operates as Clark’s Chambers Bed & Breakfast. We stayed there twice before we moved to Sequim and loved the comfortable hospitality of the Clarks and the incomparable beauty of the setting. Our room was clean, comfortable, and had a spectacular view of the Strait and Mt. Baker. Family style breakfast with Glenda and Bob Clark was a delicious start to the day.
Barn and Baker
Views of Mount Baker, on the eastern side of Puget Sound, are elusive and ethereal from the Olympic Peninsula. It was a treat to see it beyond this barn when we visited the Skagit Valley for the Tulip Festival last month.
Barn rerun
I’ve posted this barn before. The first time the perspective could have been better. I was happy to discover a road that provided the angle to better view this beauty.
Bob Clark, whose pioneer family goes back generations in Sequim, tells stories about this, his grandmother’s barn. I believe she may have been a Cline – as in Cline Spit – but I’m relying on memory, which is a weak crutch.
A bit of heaven
I caught this sight up in the hills. A beautiful spot. A barn or two. A horse. Green, open land. It strikes me as someone’s little bit of heaven.