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.
Sunset over Puget Sound are always something special (assuming its not too overcast!), with views towards mountains and the silhouettes of small pleasure craft anchored just off shore.
This view of the Olympics towering over Puget sound, from the community beach near where I grew up, always gets me. Just stunning.
It’s not everyday you decide to go to the beach and find that it’s covered in frost.
Snow peaked, and with a nice alpenglow, the Olympic mountains in the morning are one of the more spectacular sights to be seen from Seattle (behind, of course, the massive Mt. Rainier which looms over the city). On this unusually calm, clear (not to mention cold) morning I was able to grab this shot of Puget Sound in front of the Olympics, along with two Ferries making the Fauntleroy-Vashon run.
There’s a holly tree in my parents’ back yard which in the winter seemingly attracts every bird in the area. It also happens to be about the most colorful thing in the Northwest (apart from the sunrises/sunsets).
Another shot with my new Christmas present, I thought the texture of this driftwood was neat, especially in the light I found that morning.