Our Olympic Mountains are steep and jagged, always dramatic with the raking angle of a setting sun. I'm looking forward to a little hiking up there before too long.
I'm happy to not make this commute every day. When I do venture to the "other side" coming home on the old bridge is still my favorite. I like the open grates in between lanes and the fact that a falcon may be nesting just below the west tower.
I love these maple trees. I imagine this one a female, dressed in her finest licorice ferns doing her yoga salutation as sunlight penetrates the forest.
Arggggh...? I know, he has a hard time pulling off the mean scary part, but you have to admit he's got the hairy inscrutable bit down perfectly! Pirate is a Bouvier des Flanders.
The sun is just beginning to break through the mist during my morning walk, a welcome start to the day. Even the trees seem to yawn and stretch up to greet the sky... salutation to the sun.