Tuesday afternoon I took a photographic ramble through my hometown of Hoquiam, Wash., to near the city limits on the bay of Grays Harbor, about a two mile journey. I went looking for birds. The Grays Harbor

Clarissa came by this afternoon. She wasn't wearing much – daisy dukes with black sheer stockings and a half shirt – and I tried to keep my eyes in my head. We hadn't really settled anything yet, and I

Last Friday I took a brief, afternoon excursion to Westport, Wash. The brief part of the excursion was my time actually in Westport. It's an hourlong bus ride from my apartment in Hoquiam around the Grays

In my hometown, Hoquiam, Wash., there is a wild stretch of riverbank along the last gentle bend of the Hoquiam River before it empties into Grays Harbor bay. It's a secluded spot on the outskirts of town,

With a car, Lake Sylvia State Park in Montesano, Wash., is basically the backyard of my apartment in Hoquiam, Wash.: it would take about a half hour to drive from my front door to the lake. By bus, it's

Monday was a grey day in Hoquiam, Wash. It was dry though, so in the afternoon a took a photographic ramble around the Hoquiam River Loop, a roughly milelong sidewalk and blacktop path that runs along

On Monday this week I was in the right place at the right time to catch the Hoquiam, Wash., tugboats passing directly beneath me as I stood on Simpson Avenue Bridge. This short clip of the Rowdy will

the barnyard and the red wheelbarrow – Grandma inside coveralls. backend first, black cows heave up swallowing cud the slick hay in our green manger – the hay rustles sibilant. Within a globe of fog miles

A couple weeks ago I stumbled across a wild spot on the Hoquiam River in my hometown of Hoquiam, Wash. It's a spot I had never seen before. I was rambling around the grounds of the abandoned mill in the

Honest Lies “I like your music.” Of course it wasn't really about the music. It was her voice, the sweet tones that matched her face, her long lashes that fluttered, the way she constantly looked down

Last week I took a nice photowalk along the Grays Harbor bay in Hoquiam, Wash. It was an unseasonably warm afternoon, but overcast, as it typically is during the winter here on the Pacific Coast. Since

Walking along the bay in Hoquiam, Wash., this week, on an unseasonably warm yet overcast afternoon and evening, I came across a barge being loaded at Terminal 3 of the Port of Grays Harbor. I was photographing

Its stitched eyes wouldn't close. It had to watch. Once the guys had finished, they left her. She lay twisted, on one hip but facedown, her green dress with the black polka dots rucked up, just another

Every morning is ideal in Hoquiam, Wash. (Except when it rains.) This morning started cold. The grass in the field outside my apartment building was stiff with frost, which gleamed in the sun. The birds

I went searching for clouds. I was working on a short Liketu post (Clouds on the Bay), which would be a selection of 10 cloud photos taken along the Grays Harbor bay in Hoquiam, Wash. Most of the photos

The clouds are often one of the most dramatic features on my photowalks along the bay of Grays Harbor in Hoquiam, Wash. Of course, I don't use all of the images from the walks in my full-length Photography

So, it's a girl, Alec thought. That made it worse. The pink smoke billowed impressively out of the firework. Shelly and Jim had only the one, which was less impressive, but he guessed it was enough for

A Golden Oldie – A 2019 rainbow over the soccer field behind Immanuel Baptist Church in Hoquiam, Wash. My Rainbow Girl Katherine pinned her rainbow in her hair. She sat across from me, the first woman

The Lions Club pavilion at Old Cannery Park in Hoquiam, Wash. The pavilion was constructed in 2021, the same year that what used to be just a pot-holed, gravel drive-off was landscaped and paved to become

Last fall I had a photoshoot on the Grays Harbor bay in Hoquiam, Wash. This short clip will complement my Photography Lovers post of that shoot. It took me forever to identify these birds as American wigeons.