
Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving
poetry, prose, and photography

Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving
On Port Townsend’s streets
Walking on the waterfront
Coffee in the rain 

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As we move homewards
Across the San Juan Islands
Summer’s Joy’s awake

Within this forest
Passing all this Spanish moss
A cool summer’s day

Awake this morning
And this view over the bay
Resetting my soul

In this summer’s sky
With this glorious calmness
I ponder deeply
I’ve been enjoying crafting these designs Canva. It’s a solidly fun tool.

This morning: grey
Bold contrast to yesterday
Cool breeze on my skin
Winter’s afternoon
Watching these clouds move through firs
Such grace filled motion
Out east of Bellingham, near the town of Deming, we journeyed to the Nooksack river to see eagles. Around twenty bald and golden eagles sat among the trees. Seagulls fought for the scraps.