After looking for Pink yesterday I realized how hard it is to find – at least at my house. Even in my garden – except for the dahlias – pink was in short supply. I guess I could have waited for last night’s sunset – it’s as if someone heard me lamenting the lack of pink in my life and said, ‘o yeah? you want pink? I’ll show you pink.’
So there you have it – last night’s Pink Sunset.
Who thought it would be that hard to find Pink? Not me. But I looked high and low and found pink to be in very short supply indeed.
Except for the obvious – my Dahlias currently in bloom.
After that there was no pink to be had anywhere on the premises.
So I went rummaging through my archives and found these lovely hula dancers in Maui.
Any excuse to post a picture from Hawaii. 🙂
For Travel with Intent’s, One Word Sunday Photo challenge, Pink.
My walk on the Cedar River Trail today yielded more than steps on my Fitbit. For it’s Seafair Weekend and the Blue Angels took to the sky just after I made it to the southern shores of Lake Washington. I wish I could say it was perfect planning on my part – but no – I stumbled upon the occasion and enjoyed it along with the rest.
It was perfect weather – sunshine – blue skies – and a little breeze to cut the heat – so I took a seat and waited for the show to begin.
A festive atmosphere prevailed among those of us gathered on the dock. Pleasant chattering, oohs and ahhhs, listening for the roar of the jets which was out of synch with the visuals.
Lots of birds gathered too and they occasionally took to the sky and got into the picture.
Next up are the Hydroplane Races, part of Seattle’s Seafair history and tradition – part of my husband’s history too. You many remember his story if you’ve followed my blog for a while; if not, feel free to look back at an earlier time – It Happened at Seafair.
I love animals and am always thrilled to see them in the wild.
I saw this herd of Roosevelt Elk at Dosewallips State Park on the Olympic Peninsula.
I watched from a safe distance while they were feeding and this handsome boy reminded me it was the right course of action.
I enjoyed these traffic-stopping Bison (more commonly known as Buffalo) at Yellowstone National Park. Don’t be fooled into thinking that because they are abundant in the park they are tame. They are not. They let us visit them in their habitat and it is wise – even imperative – to always give them the right-of-way.
I saw these fearless, nimble-footed Desert Bighorn Sheep inside the South Rim of the Grand Canyon where they were completely at home.
Last but not least, I was happy to see this Grizzly Bear at Glacier National Park.
Happier still to see him from the safety of our truck.
I’m thankful there are still places these beautiful animals are allowed to live wild – mostly in preserves and national parks which demand protection.
Shared for this week’s CFFC photo challenge, ‘Animals.’
This week we visited Olympic National Park for what should have been four days of camping but ended up to be a simple overnight stay. Bob came down with a bad cold and after a rough night we decided we’d head back home – but not before I managed to sneak in a walk.
I left him resting in the camper and headed for Rialto Beach where the sky was blue, the sun was shining and visitors were out enjoying the elements.
I headed north up the beach on a mile and a half trek to see the giant sea-carved arch aptly named Hole in the Wall. My steps were slow and clumsy as I sank into the slippery rocks and pebbles forming the beach;
but I continued on and soon enough the sand became smooth and compact.
I picked up the pace remembering my husband back at camp. Well, as much as you can when you’re stopping to watch the waves crash onto the shore – who can get enough of that? – and seagulls overhead and seals bobbing in the water, all the while looking for whales (I saw none.)
As I approached my destination I passed by beautiful sea stacks and saw an eagle take flight.
Finally I scrambled over giant drift logs to reach Hole in the Wall.
The tide was in so there’d be no walk through the arch which was probably a good thing. It was time to get back to the camper and head for home.
There’s nothing better than summertime in Seattle, and no better place for an evening walk than Seward Park,
especially when the Mountain is out.