Escape

Finding the beauty in ordinary things
After struggling to keep up with my blog for several months, I had to admit defeat and step away for a time. But, I’m happy to report that I’ve successfully completed another quarter, and I’m taking the summer off! No more teachers, no more books….
So, back to blogging!
There’s a lot I want to do this summer. I want to get a side photography business started and actually do some writing. I’d like to catch up on world events and read a few good books. Imagine doing that – reading for fun!! And, of course I’ll begin the process of getting caught up on the blogs I follow again. I may actually be able to keep up – for the summer at least.
Love is an explosion of life and beautiful expectation. Every second is quiet rapture.
The wrong person can elicit feelings of trepidation. While it’s good to take chances, not every threshold is meant to be crossed.
There are some people I’ll love my whole life, no matter how many years pass and no matter what rises and falls around me. Every time I hear their voice the years crumble, and I find myself living in yesterday.
My four-day weekend has officially begun! First order of business – catch up on photo editing. I need to finish the cork photos from Trisha’s house last week. I love the natural color of the outdoor shots, but I’m thinking about using a sepia tone for some of the indoor. To me, there’s a nostalgic feeling that accompanies the change of tone. Eventually, I’d like to narrow it down to the three best and print them on canvas.
Yesterday I went in search of a great view of Mount Baker. After driving down many Whatcom County roads, I finally found what I was looking for! You wouldn’t know if from the picture, but I nearly lost some phalanges it was so cold outside! I can’t complain too much, considering half the country is buried under snow and ice, but I do need to find a good pair of gloves for these photo excursions.
My friend Trisha has a wonderful tradition. When she shares a bottle of wine with someone special, she and that other person (or people) sign the cork and date it. Over the years, she’s accumulated a plethora of corks and signatures that I thought would be fun to photograph. The photo above is one of many I captured over lunch today.
I learned of this tradition a couple of years ago when I first visited her home. This inspired me to start my own collection. Looking through all the names and dates is kind of like looking through a photo album. I can remember exactly what I was doing and how I felt at the time. There are only two corks which aren’t included in the general population, and those are the ones I brought back with me from Midleton, Ireland (in County Cork, ha!).
Driving down Squalicum Parkway, Jen spotted this boat. The problem was, the old boat was behind a big fence. So, how do you capture an image of something when you have a chain link fence in the way? You put the lens against the square with the most interesting view and click away. No, you can’t get the whole boat, but there are interesting angles to be found.
I may live in the “Evergreen State”, but that doesn’t mean I know my trees. This one happened to be marked as Noble Fir, which is why I know what it is. The Noble Fir is a beautiful evergreen with sparse needles, but it was never lucky enough to go home with my family when I was a kid or even with me as an adult. We’ve always opted for something more full like a Douglas Fir for our Christmas Tree – which I believe is what’s sitting in my house right now. I really need to take a picture of the decorated version and post it soon.