Foggy Morning

One thing I like about winter in the Pacific Northwest is its unpredictability. It reminds me of life in general:
...we have dreary periods of rain
...sparkling sunshine
...windstorms that topple trees and send garbage cans rolling down the street
...days of mild gray overcast contrasting with days when clouds race overhead in changing skyscapes so lovely you forget to watch where you’re walking
... unexpected snowstorms that coat roads with fast-melting slickness or drop plump, long-lasting featherbeds of restfulness over grass that’s green all-year-round.
...Oh yes. Sometimes we have floods.

Once in a while we wake up to gorgeous combinations, like the recent December morning when frost whitened every blade of grass. Fog rose from bay and river and standing water toward a blue china sky. We grabbed the camera and set out for our favorite cafe in nearby Silvana. Have you ever noticed how small towns have distinct personalities, as individual as the people who live in them? Well, Silvana is one of those communities, and the fog that morning brought out a side of Silvana’s personality I want to share with you in these photos. I’ll add a few countryside photos as well.


Silvana street scene



Silvana granary


Dreaming of yesterday


Waiting for the sun



Silvana from the railroad crossing


Mt. Pilchuck from the west


Swan family in a frosty field


Talking it over