Saltwater, sailboats, sunshine. I’ve been really lucky lately. I went from one coast to the other, and managed to do so and less than 12 hours. I never took my camera out during my southern adventure this weekend, but chose instead, to take it totally in. I am spending the week on the Olympic Peninsula. The warm-and-brisk-at-the-same-time salty air feels incredible. Best Coast, West Coast.
I can’t seem to get out of the greens lately. I have been fixated on greenery and plants. I promise to branch out (pun totally intended) with my photography now that the weather is cooperating. I am cooking up some projects to keep the creativity flowing.
This week brought me to Wright Park Arboretum and the W. W. Seymour Botanical Conservatory in Tacoma. I met up with a fellow photographer, Mary of Mary Jo Photography to catch up and to talk photography, business, and adventures. She was even able to take a new “about me” photo for the blog here. She’s the best- she brings life and fun to her photos- and does weddings! Check her out.
Back to the Conservatory- this place is a small hidden little gem in the center of a busy city. The glass and green seem to come out of no where. It opened in 1908 by a local park commissioner as a gift to the city. It holds beautiful Victorian details that are covered in shades of green. While small, it is worth the $3 admission to take it in. I found every texture in the book and the subtle humidity and warmth was welcomed on a spring day.
I’ve been feeling stir-crazy with all of the rain in the past few weeks. I should know better, after all, I live in the rain forest. To remedy the crazy, the handsome and I took to the trails of Burfoot Park to get some much needed green time and a little fresh air. Our dogs were thrilled to play in the sound and splash in the mud. We were happy to have a little sun-break and the forest all to ourselves.
It was time to pack up, power down, and go straight to the lake for me and one of my best friends. No husbands. No children (both human and canine). Just girls. We met on White Pass at Indian Creek Campground and spent the entire day fishing (and reading) at Clear Lake. It was a beautiful little blue paradise. Mt. Rainier was on my trail home, and I couldn’t resist a stop to take it all in. Even though only one fish was caught for the weekend, we both were able to unwind and reconnect. Such a relaxing little mini trip.
I was really lucky to grow up in a place that offered many opportunities to enjoy nature. That is part of the reason I feel most at home amonst the mountains, lakes, and trees of the Cascades. I had a few extra moments to enjoy Lake Cle Elum this weekend in between visits to family and friends. The water was clear, uncharacteristically calm, and quiet. My toes were happy to take a dip.