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~ Susanne
Huh?
I’m from Washington, the Evergreen State, so called because of the lush, green landscape on its west side. But the middle and east side of the state may come as a surprise to you with its stark contrast of desert, scablands and canyons, including Dry Falls, once the world’s largest waterfall.
A three-hour drive, east of Seattle, it makes for a fun road trip, and geology lesson.





While you’re in Central Washington, stop by the tiny town of Waterville, population 1,127. At 2,650 feet, it’s the highest incorporated town in the state.




And the even tinier town of Douglas, just a wide spot in the road.

Swing by the 800-foot-tall butte of Steamboat Rock


on your way to your final stop: Grand Coulee Dam, the largest hydropower producer in the U.S., which is anything but tiny.

There are other stark landscapes in Washington State, but not quite as interesting as these. So that will do for Sunday Stills, Stark.
~ Susanne
Springtime arrived early in Seattle last week and to celebrate the 60-degree weather we went to Seward Park, one of the most beautiful parks in the city.

Mount Rainier was on display or, the mountain was out, as we locals like to say.

The sky was blue, though streaked with clouds

providing a beautiful backdrop to silver trees

and madronas.

The 277 acre park on the Bailey Peninsula contains some of the oldest trees in the city of Seattle. The forested interior has trails of its own

but we opted to take the 2 .5 mile paved loop around its perimeter,


enjoying views of Lake Washington, the Seattle skyline,

and the Olympic Mountains.

Many others were out enjoying the weather, including the friendly wildlife.


Today is still sunny and the sky cloudless and blue. We’ll take this wonderful foretaste of spring as long as it lasts.
~ Susanne
This is the view from my office where Benji keeps watch from the window seat Bob built for him. It turned out to be timely, as it wasn’t long afterwards, that Benji was confined to the house.

I’ve done my best to entertain him with his new favorite toy, a rubber tubing.



But Benji’s an outdoor kitty, there’s no doubt about it and his morning pleas to go outside have been hard to bear.
Thankfully, today was the day!
There were no bobcat sightings, either live or on security camera footage, for the past week. So we let him go outside with us today, on what feels like the first day of spring, while we performed some garden chores.

He explored the grounds, sniffing the walkways, walls, and shrubs.

Stopping to rest, deep in cat thoughts.



Totally content to be a cat again.

When we were done an hour or so later, I called to him, “Benji, let’s go inside and have a treat!” and surprisingly he followed me into the house, where I rewarded him, accordingly.
Spring is here, no matter what the calendar says and we are happy for a fresh start.
Sharing with Sunday Stills.
~ Susanne
Our winter arrived late but made up for it with snow and icy cold temps throughout February. I’ve already shared pictures from this month’s snow, so for Sunday Stills Frosty Winter Scenes (there’s still time!) I went through my archives to find other pictures to share.










And that’s enough frosty for today. I really am ready for spring!
~ Susanne
A feeder hangs from a maple tree in front of my house. I watch the hummingbirds zip by from my office window, their heads and faces, as colorful as flowers.




The snow has melted. My handsome Anna’s Hummingbirds cheer me on the road to spring.
~ Susanne
Fresh snow is falling today, light and fluffy.


It’s beautiful

but it’s been a long winter


and I’m ready for spring.

Until then,


Happy Valentines Day.
~ Susanne
We’re in a deep freeze here in the Northwest, but I bundled up anyway and went for a walk at Coulon, hoping to find some red for this week’s Sunday Stills challenge. I started near the hotel where there were lovely reflections in the water and a bit of red above.

I continued on my walk and found red winter berries and red twig dogwood.


I saw a wonderful assortment of ducks and birds and geese, though none were red.





But then I saw a red-faced duck, perhaps the homeliest I’d ever seen.

I talked with a woman who was watching him. ‘Kind of a loner,’ she said, ‘he doesn’t seem to belong.’

A Muscovy duck, perhaps domesticated. Her friend liked to feed him corn and had gone to get some.
He was friendly. He wiggled his rump, feathers wagging like a dog’s tail, a beautiful shade of green, with scalloped edges; I decided he was handsome after all.

He perked up as if to pose, and raised his feathers on top,


till I thought he looked a bit like Elvis.

My new friend, a red faced duck.
I’ll look for Elvis the next time I visit, maybe with some corn. But don’t tell anyone, you’re not supposed to feed the ducks.
~ Susanne