Such a quintessentially northwest scene: the intrepid few scouring a rocky beach on Hood Canal on an overcast day in the summer looking for shellfish. A little slice of heaven.
I would retire to this part of the world in a heartbeat. Nothing like it.
The Olympic peninsula is a really magical place.
West Seattle’s Lincoln park is a magical place.
There is something very odd about finding frost on driftwood, or finding a beach covered in frost. The pitting on this particular bit of driftwood, combined with the frost gives an impression of some sort of alien terrain or alien life-form.