As I walked away from breakfast yesterday morning, hot coffee cup warming my hands, camera bag on my back, and raindrops collecting on my eyelashes, I smiled. To live happily in the Pacific Northwest, one must learn to accept the ever-present clouds and look for something beautiful to photograph on all of those gray days.
The quick trip I made to Port Townsend this weekend for my friend Erica’s birthday not only afforded a few snapshots, but a few chance meetings and new discoveries. It was a great weekend. And because I need to save my energy for the two American Lit papers I still need to write today, I’ll stop here and just show you the pictures….
Bellingham has such wonderful curves, like the curve in the boardwalk to Boulevard Park, the bends in the roads around hillsides, and the way this rock wall wraps around the marina. So many endless picture possibilities.
Some of my girlfriends and I took a ferry out to Port Townsend yesterday and decided to start a new tradition.
One weekend each August we’ll buy a bottle of chilled white wine and make our way down to the beach below the lighthouse. We’ll lay in the sun and eventually make our way back to town, following the beach the entire way.
This picture was taken just before the long walk back into Port Townsend. As I gathered the stones that made this shot I realized how lucky I am to have the friends that I do – friends who let me make them the subject of pictures. Friends who are worth sharing the sacred places of life.