will post again this weekend when I return!
Category: Photos by Kay
Just channel your inner mountain goat
This is a little falls about a 100yds downstream from Murhut Falls. You could see little peaks of it from the trail but you had to get about 75ft DOWN to the river to see this (even still a big log remains in your way).
None of my photog friends was as excited to see it up and personal as I was. Going down was exciting but there were lots of snags to grab. Then I realized a giant bolder was in the way from getting a good shot. There was a 3′ crawl space under/beside the rock and mountain side. So I started to crawl and realized my camera bag and I couldnt go together. I finally got thru, took some fun shots and then went to go back up to my friends.
What was REALLY FUN was realizing the vines and snags I had used to get down had flexed back up and I couldnt reach them. So I got to free climb a good 20ft section until I could grab some vines and snags. I used to do that alot (decade ago) but I’m 60 now and realize I’m not invicible..But I still got it!
Golden hour beauty
What a great smile, AND great sport.
Olympic Sized Layers
I’ve lived here 6 yrs and I still am awestruck by the depth of layers of the Olympic Mountains. Everytime my husband and I are driving and he hears me say “oh man” he finishes “I know –look at the layers…”
21 Seal Salute
RIP Kay Slagle
This was one of my favorite posts of Kay. I love the sentiments she wrote…”Some of my happiest moments are spent looking out at these mountains.”
Kay passed away a few weeks ago. Below her photo are the last words she sent me which I will share with you. (written 3/30/21)
What caught my eye first was the look of striped clouds over the Olympics. But by the time I had my camera out sunlight was flashing across the tips of the peaks. Some days the view is almost like a kaleidoscope.
This captures the look of the clouds.
Some of my happiest moments are spent looking out at these mountains.
Dear friends,
It’s time to write an email I’d hoped to avoid for longer.
Last Thursday I discontinued my cancer treatment. After a couple of good chemo infusions it stopped working. The lymphoma came back and a CT scan showed the cancer in my lymph nodes had not receded. Other symptoms, like my chronic lung problems, also returned. My quality of life has plummeted; in short, what’s been left of me has rapidly begun to drain.
The oncologists have always been candid: there was nothing certain in their arsenal and nothing much is left now. That’s the irony of having such a rare disease. And after two courses of treatment I don’t have the resilience to fight further. After six months I’m tapped out. It’s a struggle not to feel like a failure but I also recognize defeat.
I have good days and bad. The prediction is that I have “weeks to months” left. If I had a bit more energy I’d be on my way to somewhere memorable but it looks like home is where I’ll be staying.
So there we are. I wish I had better news but I guess that’s the luck of the draw. I’m thinking of you and sending all the best.
Love,Kay
Native dance
A dancer at the National Museum of the American Indian in Washington, D.C. Photo from my archives.