It’s getting to be that time. That’s me, a few year ago. Just a few. I have a few more of these childhood Christmas photos up over on Ye Christmases of Olde. I’d still be pretty excited to get Legos for Christmas.
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.