In celebration of green…
I took the first photo on my way to work, and snapped the second one through my car window as I drove home at the end of the day. I wasn’t sure how the second photo would turn out because I basically just pointed my camera towards the sunset – my eyes on the road – and clicked as I drove past the flooded field… 🙂
It was drizzling when I left the house, but I was determined to take a walk along Padilla Bay today – come hell or high water. And I found magic, my friends. As soon as I pulled into the muddy parking lot the rain stopped and a rainbow appeared over the bay…
(photos by Karen Molenaar Terrell)
On my way back from my walk I spied a bald eagle sitting in a tree near the road. I pulled over and snapped a photo and then he took off – and I caught a quick shot of him glaring at me indignantly as he flew to a tree on the other side of the road. (I apologized to him for intruding on his privacy.)
Ohmygosh. What a wonderful day! Scotty put in his new Byrds CD (disc #1 of 2) and, to the tune of “Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man” we backed out of our driveway about 8:30 and headed for Lyman to check out the flooding there. There was something really cozy and sweet about listening to the Byrds together as we journeyed along. Took me back to my youth. I’m pretty sure my generation had the best music. Ever. 🙂
While he took some photos of the flooding for the paper I explored an old railroad line that’s been turned into a trail. Found trumpeter swans hanging out on the Skagit River with a flock of Canada geese.
Then we headed to Dad’s place to pay him a quick visit, and on the way we discovered a flock of trumpeter swans partying in a flooded field. It was MAGIC!!!
Quick visit with Dad – he was napping in front of the television – a football game was on. We talked a bit about football – we told him the Apple Cup was going to be on in the afternoon – Dad and I always have fun with the Apple Cup (he’s a UW alum, and I graduated from WSU). Then we told each other we loved each other and said our good-byes. But as I was leaving he called me back to see if I’d gotten him tickets for “the game.” I told him I had no tickets for the game. He said he’d rather watch it on television, anyway – doesn’t have to fight the crowds. We told each other we loved each other again, and then Scott and I continued on our errands.
Supermarket. Quick stop at the mall. Lunch. And then home – with tunes from The Byrds’ disc #2 accompanying us all the way…