The valley of the Dungeness River is a place of silence, interrupted mostly by the rushing of the river and the dreamlike songs of Hermit Thrushes high in the towering Western Hemlocks and Douglas Firs.
I occasionally jog along the Clear Creek Trail in Silverdale, Washington. Although I am a poor jogger with knee and muscle problems, it has been my primary form of exercise for 35 years and I still enjoy each outing. Sometimes I take a small digital camera with me and grab some photographs along the way. This day was special, in that I took 295 photographs along my 4 1/2 mile route, stopping… Read More
Advection fog adds mystery to the wintery Midwestern landscape.