In front of Grounds for Perfection coffee shop, Downtown Port Townsend.
The Lively Olive, on Port Townsend’s Water Street sells specialty oils, mostly, but not all olive oils as well as vinegars. I’m using a reduced balsamic vinegar from the store as my regular, oil free, salad dressing. Yummy!
This poor old bike rests outside the Marina Cafe in Port Townsend’s Boat Haven
I drove towards the beach, and saw the reeds reflected in the water of the pond in Chinese Gardens. The geometric shapes formed by the reeds and their reflections made me think of writing. The heavy fog obscured the distance. Unfortunately, this shot required fighting through a patch of blackberries, which extracted their payment for passage in bandaid plastered hands.
Knowing that the full moon was going to rise, I picked a spot on the beach to catch the moon beside the lighthouse tower. The tide rushed in as I waited and I ended up standing ankle deep in water before things came together.
Dawn at the cemetary
Fog begins to lift over the military cemetery at Fort Worden.
One of the last photos I made of my cat before he passed away from cancer.
After boats are hauled out of the water for dry dock work, they get pressure washed to remove, sea, salt and barnacles.
There is a parking lot on Water Street that, for years, held rusty vehicles and boats that didn’t look like they would float. Those are all gone now, hauled away this week.
Rush hour traffic isn’t what I’d call friendly for cyclists.