 |
|
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. |
| |
|
|
 |
|
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.' |
| |
|
|
 |
|
Ducks and reflections, taken at Long's Pond in Olympia. |
| |
|
|
 |
|
Red sky at night is the sailor's delight;
Red sky in the morning is the sailor's warning. |
| |
|
|
 |
|
Another reflection, a folded hammock at the end of summer... |
|
|
|
|
 |
|
Late-summer dandelion. |
|
|
|
|
 |
|
Oriental poppy |
|
|
|
|
 |
|
Gardeners' fence |
| |
|
|
|
|
Great Grandmother's crazy quilt, photographed with help from my husband, Aaron Shepard (Thanks, Aaron!) |
| |
|
|
|
|
Raindrops clinging to plum blossoms, Friday Harbor |
| |
|
|
 |
|
Boat, Victoria BC |
| |
|
|
|
|
A ladder goes down into the sea--its reflection comes back up.San Juan Island, Washington. |
| |
|
|
 |
|
Looking through a fence at more fence. San Juan Island, Washington. |
| |
|
|
 |
|
Bluebird eggs |
| |
|
|
| |
|
|