We were flying kites in an open field on Marrowstone Island, southeast of Port Townsend, WA. The water is Puget Sound, looking across to Whidbey Island. It started to sprinkle and the rainbow showed up. I grabbed my camera and moved around until I got the end of the rainbow on my friend, Gary. I would have liked to have had the tug boat to be a little further into the image, but the rainbow didn’t last long enough.
Back in the ’60’s, one of my first long hikes was an attempted crossing of the Cascades using some ‘high routes’. A friend and I were going with just the two of us and (looking back on it) overly optimistic plans. The weather didn’t cooperate: we ended up getting snowed on for a day or so after the third day or so. Perhaps we were lucky that we decided to bail. The weather remained stormy for several days (it was mid-August and a cold front blew in). We hiked to the nearest road, hitched a ride into the nearest bus line. It was still an adventure … and probably safer than if we had continued. It would have been a rugged go, and I’m not sure we would have been able to keep up our schedule … even if we found the right track … since we were following ‘high routes’ for a lot of the time, we weren’t using trails. So route finding would have slowed us down … probably more than we expected.
That’s my pack and ice ax just after we departed Lucerne (Washington) a SMALL town along Lake Chelan that is boat only access. This is my only photo of the trip. Taken with a Kodak Instamatic, I believe. One of my earliest remaining images.
The weather was changing and there was a lot of mist in the air as I was taking the ferry into Seattle. In the distance, you could see Mt Rainier, but it wasn’t a strong enough picture element to create a focus point. The bridge in the distance is the West Seattle bridge crossing over the Duwamish River… on the left is Harbor Island and some of the cranes used for loading ships (freight and cruise).
(Shot on Tri-X film)
The black area of the tree seems to be hovering over this woman sitting on the waterfront/beach bench in downtown Port Townsend. It imparts an ominous feel to the image. (shot on Tri-X film)
These shells are living a nice indoor life at the Northwest Maritime Center and Wooden Boat Foundation in downtown Port Townsend. I was impressed with the reflections off of the shells … this was taken through the glass door (they were closed as I was walking by, looking for shots to use up the end of this roll of Tri-X). There are some of these that are historic with notable wins. Port Townsend has a long history of boat building.