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Late winter in Olympia--spring should be here, but if spring
means flowers and sunshine, it isn't. I think I'm going nuts.
Here, a crow perches in bare branches, as perfectly
camouflaged as the season itself. |
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I've noticed that newcomers to a place have erratic ideas
about trash and treasure. In the northwest, this grainlike grass
is cultivated as an ornamental. I think it's beautiful, but it
also looks to me like a weed. As a newcomer in California, I
made a bouquet of another ornamental grass, locally known as
foxtail. My friends were incredulous--it's a terrible pest plant
there. It looked like wild wheat to me, and for all I know,
that's exactly what it is.' |
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Ducks and reflections, taken at Long's Pond in Olympia. |
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Red sky at night is the sailor's delight;
Red sky in the morning is the sailor's warning. |
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Another reflection, a folded hammock at
the end of summer... |
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Late-summer dandelion. |
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Oriental poppy |
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Gardeners' fence |