Autumn colors abound in the Selkirks.










In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Home Turf.”
Mow it. Mow it now. You don’t have to edge it, or even trim it, but please, for the love of Briggs and Stratton, mow it. And try watering it too.
Home turf isn’t just my yard. It’s every lawn I can see from my yard, every dandelion I can see from my driveway, every burnt square of brown I pass driving down my street. I understand that people are busy.They have kids, jobs, dreams.
But you purchased a house, for crying out loud. Does that not imply some responsibility toward your neighbors?
We all miss a mow or two. Emergencies, equipment failures, even vacations can get in the way of lawn care. But it’s the same lawns week after week. You know who you are. Turn the porch lights on. Tape a flashlight to that thing and let’s get going.
And get those leaves while you’re at it.
Another day, another new fire in the Pacific Northwest. It seems as if each time one wildfire is contained, another is ignited. Over the weekend, three new blazes erupted in Washington alone. Towers of smoke from the Eastern Cascades can be seen from as far away as Seattle. The one silver (or better yet, crimson) lining in these smoke clouds is the spectacular array of hues incubated by their presence. Watching the sun set through forest fires, in this terrain, means you are on the wrong side of the wind. But with pragmatic vigilance and a little luck, worthy shots can be captured. Enjoy.
What can I say? It’s my favorite time of the year.
The hot days and smokey nights are gone for another year. As the dark hours become crisp in Eastern Washington, the colors come out. The following is a collection of some of those colors.
The West Household Runs Of Love And Laughter
Raku pottery, vases, and gifts
We are all just babes in the woods.
A safari to (re)discover Strasbourg
Traveling Fashion Designers 🌼
Hikes and Travels in Colorado and Beyond
Stories and photos from Scotland
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
"Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to the soul" -John Muir
Is it destiny, happenstance or stratagem?
Showcasing the beauty of Mother Nature
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
Where Fictional Characters Rule
Wandering Soul Writer
reflections on a passing life
Everyone has a story to tell. This is me, telling mine.
I had to find some way to entertain myself, so I made up stories in my mind. One night I started writing them down and never stopped.