The dog is a big black lab with a gray muzzle. I squat down to look at him, I want to pet him but I don’t want to startle him. I’m using my “talk to dogs” voice, but he’s not turning his head. I’m holding my camera low to the ground, at dog nose height, but he’s so clearly not aware that I’m there. I give up on the photo.
When I turn around, the kid is behind me.… continued…
We had low expectations. We would meet some friends, we would look at some art. There would be a highway drive with the radio on, sunshine, scenery. We would get out of town for the day. So that is what we did. We got in the car and drove East, over Snoqualamie Pass. The roads were open, the sky was open too. We made our first stop in downtown Yakima in hopes of finding a decent bakery for snacks and coffee, but instead, we found the main street shut down for a three on three basketball tournament.… continued…
In salmon run season, the beach near my house is lined with fisherman plucking dinner from Puget Sound.
