As golden hour approached the outskirts of Hoquiam, in Washington state...
...the wind kicked up some unusually large waves on the Grays Harbor bay.
I came across a large piece of driftwood balanced on the riprap...
...and explored some of its nooks and crannies.
The wind played ferociously with this dried seaweed.
The light on the rocks drew my attention away from the driftwood.
Around the shoreline, in a small tidal inlet, some ducks were foraging.
A flock of geese flew over.
And some trumpeter swans honked by.
Everything had a warm glow as the sun set, and it was a bit warmer there, as the ravine of the inlet blocked the wind.
Heading back, over the railroad tracks to the first block of town after the wild outskirts, I caught the last of the light on the Saron Lutheran church steeple.
