Photos: Week 18

Rainbow Supper. In Bellingham--the most original mural I have ever seen.

Winter on the Mountain. Mount Baker covered with layers of snow and fog.

Orange Silos. The old Georgia Pacific factory in Bellingham--the silos once held pulp to be made into paper, but the factory is no longer in operation.

The Three Faces of Seagulls. Anger, coyness, and contentment: as seen through a windshield covered with rain drops.

Washington Rain. IT'S RAINING! The upstairs view looking out the window past the roof at the bay.

Cozy Corner. One of the tables at the Taproot Cafe.

Rural Life. Don't worry--both my car and I are okay. As deer were crossing the road, I pulled over to watch them, and ended up uselessly spinning my wheels in the mud. Thank goodness for boyfriends with big trucks and boyfriends' uncles who give their newphews towstraps as presents!

Photos: Week 17

Abstract Blue. Strange lighting resulted in this photo of the bay from the bluff by the house.

Nevermore. Birds in a bare and wintery tree.

Spices All in a Row. On a rainy, windy day, the boyfriend and I spent our time organizing the spice drawer... and yes, it was very satisfying.

Ferry Fares. Lummi is not the cheapest place from which to commute.

Riding High. Crossing on the ferry.

Water Reflected. See the spray from the ferry reflected in the little mirror?

Pooches Personified. Gyspy was saying, "Ooh, ooh, throw the stick, throw it. I NEED IT;" Kulshan was saying, "Hurray, I love it when you pay attention to me! You're pretty!"

Photos: Week 16

Desolation. Disintegrating old pilings in Bellingham's Lake Whatcom offer a post-apocalyptic view.

Sunset Over Lummi. As seen from the boyfriend's parents' back porch in town.

Larry the Llama (or Alan the Alpaca). One of many fuzzy (and difficult to ID) beasts on the island.

Happy Halloween! The Beach Store Cafe, one of two restaurants on the island, gets in the holiday spirit.

Lookout Point. So named by me, because of the picnic table looking out over the bay.

Ye Olde Property Line. On the left of the fence, our driveway; on the right of the fence, the neighboring property, which has been for sale for ages. (10,000 points to the first person to find the hidden dog in the photo!)

Puppy Jail. We leave the dogs in their kennel when repair people are here or when we're going to be away from the house for most of the day.