More flowers from Mount Rainier. This one is actually a fairly small plant (I put my sunglasses down for some size perspective. I love its purple-blue color.
These were taken on a path through the lush gardens of Garinish, in Ireland.
Garinish is an island near the Ring of Kerry. For some reason (maybe because so many of the same plants we saw there are blooming right now) I’ve been thinking about it lately. It was a driving challenge to get there from where we were staying in Killarney, but the travel was through beautiful country and well worth the white knuckles through a few stretches. It’s not super well known.
Glacier lilies in the wildflower meadows at Paradise on Mount Rainier for Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Back when I worked as stress analyst I did a lot of “delta analysis”. The basic system was in place, but things change: a part might be built of a different material, a particular mission might have higher loads than the initial predictions…The question we were answering is “is it still okay?”
There isn’t a picture to go with that…but the beach where I spend a lot of time is also a delta for a creek. Over the years the silt has built up and the landscape and animals one sees have changed. One thing I find really cool is that every year the path of the creek through the delta shifts because of winter storms…so it is an example of both fast and slow changes, and yet when the tide is in it looks the same as ever.
Our local, wild Nootka Rose is actually a bit of a weed. It doesn’t have the elegance of the carefully cultivated hybrids but it has a simple charm…and a lovely scent. I took these pictures today at the beach. They are just coming to the end of their peak blooming period and rose hips are starting to form.
We visited Peach Blossom Village–a rather lackluster tourist attraction in Yichang, Hubei Province, China–at the end of our cruise through the three gorges in April. It was a drippy, grey day (maybe it wouldn’t have felt so lacking in luster if the weather had been cheerier, and our views of Xiling Gorge had been clearer.
However, the flowers were pretty. The call these peach blossoms but our guide told us that the trees are ornamental and do not produce peaches that one would eat.
One of my favorite animals!
They seem so improbable.
Going through my pictures to find these made me once again aware how very fortunate I am to have been able to see them in their natural environment…
I usually try to only make one post (if any) to the Daily Post Photo Prompt for the week. But, on Sunday we took Ginger and Asta over to see their friend Sam. When Ginger and Sam saw each other they started running and came together in something a lot like a hug. It made me think about how friendship isn’t just for humans.
These two have been friends since 2010. Sam is my Dad’s dog and Ginger belongs to my Grandma.
Ginger was born in 2009 and they met in early 2010. They spent time together in the desert when Dad went down for the winters and on the beach in Puget Sound when Grandma and Ginger came up during the summers.
In 2014 my uncle passed away and his dog, Asta, joined the pack.
Now everyone lives in the Seattle Area. Sam with my dad on Vashon island and Ginger and Asta with me in West Seattle, where they visit Grandma a couple of times a week.
The three of them are as close, possibly closer, than many sets of human friends. When I say to Ginger and Asta “we’re going to see you friend Sam Dog”, they are at the door ready to go (humans are so slow).
All three are mutts. All three came from situations where they weren’t wanted*, but they are cuter than buttons and our human family will never let them go now we’re all together.
I am by both nature and circumstance a loner and sometimes I envy the close friendship between this trio of dogs.
*A bit about the “kids”:
- Sam (the biggest black one) was adopted from a place where they wanted to breed pure breds from her registered Springer Spaniel mother, but her dad was a good fence jumper and they didn’t want the impure pups.
- Ginger (the middle sized white one with gingery spots) was obtained by some friends of my grandmother for their grandchild, but the parents said “no way”. So she was going to be sent off if grandma didn’t adopt her.
- Asta (the small cream colored one) was adopted from Coachella Valley animal shelter by my uncle: she had been found wandering the streets in Palm Springs CA in the summer.
The national parks are our shared Heritage. Here are a few pictures from the three parks I was fortunate enough to visit last year.
Olympic National Park
Glacier National Park