Some pictures: this week on Puget Sound

It was a rainy day out of Anacortes  and Robin and I took turns watching the bags and wandering around the brand new, mostly deserted San Juan Island Ferry, Samish.

Robin looking in from the rain.

The long wake in Puget Sound, Ferry Samish, through the San Juan Islands

Our friend's deck near Friday Harbor

From our friend's deck

Down below our friend's house.  I had no idea that cold ocean water could be this clear.  We went out crabbing later, today, and could watch the pot sink down ten fathoms.  What a beautiful place.

The little beach below our friend's house.

Near Friday Harbor on San Juann Island.

The horizon disappeared by this morning and the sky and ocean were bands of pearl, gray and white. It seems to me the American luminosity would have loved to have painted here., but not many artists around here in the middle of the nineteenth century.

Moss on the roof edge above the gutter in the rain.

Robin and I on the deck.

Robin and Amy.  Friends for 35 years.

Amy's yoga studio.

The lawn, house and yoga studio, San Juan Island.

Brush burning in th rain in the cedar woods.  Massive incense.

Robin at the barn.

Robin and Amy at the barn.  Old friends redux.

A madrona tree int the midst of the cedars..  I never knew they grew so tall and straight.  I also never knew they produced rough bark when they got mature.  I always thought of them as brush, bushy plants that grew by thew ager and had smooth bark of red that peeled away to lime green.  Beautiful trees, young and old.

 

Moss  in the cedar forest.

I couldn't figure out how to get the green and gray and brown I was seeing  But I was absorbed by the depth of the forest being endless trunks.

A lamp made by Amy's former husband.

Dining room.  We at well in beautiful light inside and out.