Here are photos from two morning this week. The first (taken by Kelley) is mist over the ravine, on what turned out to be a dry day.
The second is from yesterday morning, about nine o’clock, after a night (after three whole days; long, long days) of serious rain. Nights of rain and fog mean dreams disturbed by mournful foghorns from shipping in the sound, and a weird feeling of dislocation, of feeling unmoored, in the morning. But perhaps that’s just the result of living in Hild world. Whatever the cause, seeing the sun glistening on the deck (on the perbs, on the trees, on the table) this morning made me very happy.
And this is how the day turned out. Wow.
And now more Hilding. I hope your weekend has been and continues to be as peaceful as you would like.