I was anxious to re-visit Juanita Bay, to show Pat the photo treasure opportunities there.
(see a post on my blog from Feb: "Of Piers and Fowl Play")
Last week we had a the perfect sunshine day, which started with heavy fog.
The drive is quite a distance from home, so we hurried out early, and luckily we did have fog still hanging about for awhile.
Is there anything more welcoming?
A weeping willow begins the "greening" stage:
Where did the title, "Old Coot" come from?
I can't say anything derogatory about this trio of Coots:
A glimpse of the Bay from the other end of a set of boardwalks:
Pat and I stopped in our tracks and looked at each other across a trail, reacting,
"Are these colors real?!"
In fact, we were certain that the fuchsia-red bush and the chartreuse shrub's colors
would not show correctly in a photo.
Well, this is pretty true as we saw them, as if they are hollering,
"We'll force it to be spring if we have to!"
Quite the opposite is this same gnarly tree I saw last time:
Two eagles patiently survey their fishing opportunities through the fog:
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