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.
Although I’ve grown fond of my current home, I don’t quite belong in the suburban area of Olympia. I am naturally drawn to the extremes of a big city or small town. Lately, it’s definitely been on the smaller side of things. This is best demonstrated when I use my spare time to do a little homesteading. This can be anywhere from using local flora for decor, or making preserves from local bounties.
After a trip to my Gram’s orchard, I found myself with two large crates of our family pears amongst apples and Italian prunes. In hopes of avoiding waste (and fruit flies), I took to the kitchen with mason jars and some patience. Pears were 1st.
The method is so simple:
Wash & Rinse
Cut pears in half
Remove the core
Peel and chunk
Add a squeeze of local honey and lemon juice in the bottom of each jar
Add the pears with some hot water
And finish in a water bath to seal
No unnatural additives, just pure, sweet home pears.
There’s this summer song that comes to mind when I get a chance to hear waves while I sit in the sunshine. It’s by The Avett Brothers– appropriately named ” At the Beach.”
I was fortunate enough to enjoy the sand, the wind, and the sunsets of Washington’s Long Beach for a few days last week. My day-time hours were filled with a lot of day-job work, but the evenings were filled with free time and the chance to explore. I hiked around Cape Disappointment to feast my eyes on Washington’s best lighthouses (that I frankly had no idea existed.)
I splurged on delicious seafood and local brew, thanks to the sunny beach-side view of The Pickled Fish, and walked for miles up and down the sand playing with every dog that passed. I browsed and chatted at the adorable Wooden Horse gift shop and had the best roasted almonds of my life during an evening walk on the beach. I missed most of the Kite Festivities from getting out after 5:30, but the beach by itself was just the therapy I needed.
I scheduled a session with some lovely ladies to capture some shots for a local perfume maker to highligh “beauty”. The weather didn’t cooperate for us. I had to reschedule, and today was the perfect day for a session. Unfortunately, no one was available on such short notice, so I took matters into my own hands to grab a few shots.
I recently purchased a few staples for the ol’ camera- a tripod and a remote. Total puchase: $43.68 thanks to the clearance rack.
Normally, I’m not one to take photos of myself, but given the “assignment” I wanted to try out my new gear. The sun was just right. So was my mood. Maybe it isn’t so bad to come out from behind the camera every now and then.
There is something therapeutic about gathering up two of your best friends, finding a camping spot, and spending the night. We all have very busy schedules with career, family, and life in general, so the ability to make a weekend work is a miracle. Coming from our triangular locations, we decided on Paradise Point State Park. It is a small Washington State Park on the Lewis River and right off from I-5. We stayed in the more primitive group of sites, packing in our comforts (and by comforts- I mean food…lots of camping fare). It was quiet, mellow, and exactly what we needed to get reconnected.
Some of my favorite sessions are with soon-to-be Brides & Grooms. This week I was lucky enough to meet up with Julie & Eric for a late afternoon shoot in Kalama, WA. The city offered a quaint downtown and a beautiful riverside park. All of the Best to J & E on their wedding day.