Sunny day on the rebuilt Railroad Bridge.
Category: Parks
Out for a stroll
These quail were ahead of me on the trail the other day. This year’s young are now almost as large as the adults.
The view from Fort Flagler
We spent some enjoyable beach time when we went to Fort Flagler recently. It was beautiful weather for being on or near the water.
100 years
I’m belatedly observing the 100th anniversary of the U.S. National Parks System. I coincidentally woke up on the anniversary — August 25th — away from home, camping, something I’ve done most of my life.
I’ve visited over two dozen national parks. Luckily for me there are a lot of them in the West. These are the places that have formed the backbone of my visual vocabulary and have created the best, most vivid of my memories. It’s no coincidence that I’ve chosen to live near the foot of the Olympic Mountains and Olympic National Park.
Olympic National Park stretches from the wild Pacific coast inland across the peaks of the Olympic Mountains. Majestic. Incomparable. Like other National Parks, ours allows visitors to breathe in and experience nature, to find peace and stillness, to reconnect with themselves and their world.
Our forests are filled with beauty and magic. Trails stretch onward for miles. Where they take you is as much a matter of destination as it is where you allow yourself to venture.
Clouds
There was color in the original of this shot. But not enough in the sky.
Airborne
There was a lot going on when we dropped by the Sequim Skateboard Park recently.
I like to see the younger generation’s take on gravity.
Our standing around watching seemed to fit in about as well as as a pair of ballerinas dancing through a pro football game. We didn’t stay long.
Graffiti
This sign sits outside the Sequim Skatepark. I don’t know what was on it originally.
This is on the upper right side of the sign. In the interest of retaining civility on this blog, I refrain from response.
Tomorrow I’ll show you activity on the other side of the sign.