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Guess

I have photos of a bunch of houses in this post.

They all have something in common.

I don’t really expect you to know what that commonality is. But it’s fun to guess.

Admittedly, my photos don’t give you a lot of clues.

Play along and make a guess or two.

OK. This is what they have in common: First, all of these houses are within a mile of where I live. Second, every one of them — and a couple dozen more — have been built since I moved into my house in Sequim eight years ago. On the face of it, it’s not worth raising eyebrows over. But in a small community like ours that’s a population boom. I’m part of it. And it’s happening beyond that one mile radius, too. It’s a nice place to live.

Duck hunting

It was a dark and very chilly day. I wanted to photograph ducks. It was frankly so cold I took a few pictures of this hooded merganser and called it good.

Howdy

We’re nothing if not friendly around here.

Sunday churches

It’s Sunday. I thought I’d repost a couple of churches that I especially liked in 2018. This one was in the Skagit Valley, north of Seattle.

And this one was in Borrego Springs, California.

That old truck

I’ve shown it before. This truck looks a little sorrier every time I see it.

Lush moss. A broken window. And rust, unabated. Eye candy certainly. But a bit sad, too.

Swans on parade

I went looking for trumpeter swans after Christmas. I didn’t find them where I usually do but did find a small flock not far from the Dungeness River, poking around for a little lunch. The grey swan is a juvenile. It will retain this color through spring. The flocks that winter in Washington state nest in Alaska during warmer months.

Hollywood geology

DH is interested in geology. As we drove past the feature above, he mentioned, “There’s that glacial moraine I told you about,” a leftover of glacial debris from a previous ice age. “Cool!” I say as I ask him to pull over so I can take a photo. It’s on the property of the Olympic Game Farm and after I’ve captured it a young woman pulls up in one of their vehicles and admires it with me. As I report to her that it’s a glacial moraine, without contesting my authority she politely informs me that it’s a leftover piece of scenery from a long ago set of the show “Grizzly Adams.” It’s plastic, hollow inside, and previously was located elsewhere on the Game Farm. . .

“Uhm, Honey? About that glacial moraine. . .”