Wild Queen Anne’s Lace is a sure sign of summer. As I drive or walk along West Bay, I see them holding their heads up high, bending gentle like in the breeze, reaching skyward. They seem at once proud, graceful and even a bit defiant growing as they do on the margins of abandoned industrial land. They catch my eye as I pass by and I find myself slowing down to take in their transient beauty. For that moment the world becomes quiet and still.
Mt. Rainier is ever present and ever changing. I catch glimpses of it all day long – between the trees on the road by my house, across the water as I drive into town, above the horizon past the state capitol. And like other singular mountain peaks, it changes aspect with the seasons. Dressed in the warm evening light of summer, reflected in the rippling waters of Budd Bay in spring, glowing in an autum sunset. Magestic and still.