Coming down here always reminds of my parents taking me and my brother down here every weekend to get vegetables and hopefully a piroshky or a gyro or some sushi!
Tag: summer
Hood Canal Redux
I would retire to this part of the world in a heartbeat. Nothing like it.
Lakefront
Still no water, but great sunsets nonetheless.
Swanset
Seattle Skyline
I love the northwest.
Wheel
Even though the Seattle Great Wheel only showed up after I moved away, when I find myself picturing the Seattle waterfront lately the wheel (along with all of Bertha’s equipment) figures prominently.
Swans
Docks
Summer means hanging out on the dock and enjoying the view.
Summer Ghost
Campus is (mostly) empty. The longboards and snowboards and ancient bikes are packed away. Any motion grabs attention—even shadows and lens flare.
This Is Our Town
Heritage Park (on the left of this image) on the Grasse River in Canton came into existence through the efforts of many people in the community. Yesterday evening, a fundraising event was held to support those efforts. Nature turned up in full display to support the festival.
Finally Green
Summer is here! Chlorophyll-generation reactions abound in leaf and stem; the summer solstice is grand. In a countryside that seems forbidding during the winter months, warm weather changes the attitude of the land. Get out and explore!
Grasse River in Town III
The perfect frame appears: trees on either side, gentle river in the distance, and a path to the intersection between them. Canton homes are just around the corner. Civilization can wait. Skinny Bob Ross trees are welcoming the path and the river together. Happy little ferns!
Wading
Summer’s here again, which means weekends on the dock.
Dog on Dock
Is it summer yet?
‘Neath the Elms
Summer on a college campus (with all of the energy of a reunion weekend) buzzes and burbles with the remembered excitement of perfect afternoons. On the quad of Trinity College, in the shadow of elm trees and the enormous Neo-Gothic chapel, this reaches its apex. I particularly enjoy the father and son talking on the bench in the foreground, adding a touch of the intimate to an otherwise crowded scene.
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