Big boats. Little boats. And some sea lions, too. We are grateful for occasional warm, sunny days.

Elton and Eagle. I heard they are getting the band back together.

Little Crater Lake. There was no way for photos to do it justice. It’s like an optical illusion. We visited during this camping trip over the summer. I just like to remember what summertime is like.

Boids. I have a hard time believing that birds and other creatures don’t have their own societies, communities and conversations. You just know that there are busybody seagulls gossipping about each other as they huddle together. “Did you hear what Margaret said today?” “Ooh, she’s such a shrew! What did she say?”

Sticky forest. These trees were perched upon a bluff above the beach at Cape Lookout. That whole state park was one of the prettiest beaches I’ve ever been to.

Rust and moss. Perhaps there is a story here. But perhaps it’s just decay and growth dancing happily together. From this trip to Cathlamet earlier this year.

Still not tired of this. I like it here.

A donkey. By the side of the road. I’m not kidding. It’s a donkey. By the side of the road. We saw it in Oregon. Or Nevada. I’m not sure which.