The Baker House is another of our lovely Victorian bed and breakfast establishments that was built in the 1890s. Out of curiosity I used Photoshop to remove all signs of modern utilities from the image so I could get an idea of what it might have looked like one hundred years ago.
Was headed down to the Boat Haven to catch the morning light and stopped at the intersection of Sim’s Way to grab this shot.
The old gun emplacements in Fort Worden sit over concrete storage rooms, many deep and dark enough that you need a flashlight to explore them.
When I woke up this morning I looked out my window and saw a sky full of stars. I showered and fixed coffee and breakfast with visions of beautiful morning light running through my head. When I got out to head to my chosen location a pea soup fog had arisen to cloak the city. The best laid plans and all that.
Taking photos every day in a place like Port Townsend where the weather changes that quickly has certainly expanded my flexibility. Having ready access to boats to photograph doesn’t hurt.
A valley runs north to south through Port Townsend between the Strait of Juan de Fuca and Port Townsend Bay. Many mornings fog and wood smoke settles in the low stretch, as shown here on the Port Townsend Golf Club course.
While the Port of Port Townsend has a commercial boat/ship repair yard by the Boat Haven, there are a number of boats sitting on jacks in backyards throughout the county. Most spend years on land before they get back in the water, if they ever do. This boat looks to be in pretty good shape and receives attention. Many others simply sit and rot.
When we first visited Port Townsend we stayed at the Palace Hotel. The story is that back in the days when the city was the biggest seaport in Washington, this was a brothel. The rooms are named for the ladies who used to work here.
The ferry for Whidbey Island is seen here passing behind the Hastings Building, downtown Post Townsend, under the typical January gray sky. If you look closely you can see that we had to borrow it from Pierce County as our old ferries were scrapped for being too old and unsafe.
William James Bookstore sells used books, but it’s not your everyday moldy old bookstore. The selection is large, reasonably priced, and turns over pretty quickly. The owner, Jim Caitley, was a buyer for Powell’s in Portland, which is one of the great bookstores, anywhere. Jim knows his books and also does a brisk mail order business in collectors’ editions.
I’ve always wondered why it wasn’t named for William’s brother Henry, who was the famous novelist, instead of the psychologist, William.