Views of Sequim, the Olympic Peninsula. . .and beyond
It’s become an event when we have a smattering of that weak, golden winter sunshine. Thursday progressed with rain, a shot of sun, more rain, drizzle, and then sun, piercing the grey, to end the day. Sun like that pulls me out the door, camera in hand, ever hopeful. “Look at that! Sunshine!” It’s silly, really.
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After endless grey days (Yes, I know. I’m exaggerating.) it seems as if the color has drained away from everything. Then the sun breaks through and reminds me the color palette extends beyond grey. This is along one of the marsh areas at Dungeness Recreation Area.
Today is the last day of duck hunting in the Dungeness Recreation Area. And if I’ve got it right, it’s the last day of hunting there for good.
This bottle tree may have been featured here some time ago, by the Sequim Daily Photo’s mother, Lavender Lady. I’m not sure. If you’ve seen it before and remember it you’re probably one of those people with an, uh, photographic memory. And you’re probably used to tolerating those of us who have trouble remembering even our own phone numbers.
A fence and tall hedge of impenetrable shrubbery broken only by a space carved out for this tidy gate, offering only the smallest view of what lies beyond. Privacy? Mystery? Serendipity?
Benign neglect + wind and weather + time.
The Pacific Northwest is a different climate zone than where I grew up in California. It’s not like a foreign land, but sometimes I spy things I can’t remember seeing back in the Land of Gentler Winters. Like this snail, for instance. The ones I saw and waged combat with in California were thin shelled, light colored, and striped. This one? It looks positively armored. It stayed in place on this tree for a few days.
It looks like unwanted mail here is just left behind.