The Quotidian Vagabond

A Photo Journal: Day IV

… the previous day.

Olympic National Park: Caught; a canary in the woods.
Olympic National Park: Sometimes I swing so high, so high, so high, that —
Olympic National Park: Because time shall smooth out every difference.
La Push: Nature too has its own spotlight.
La Push: Did you hear about the long-haired woman who was born, lived, and died in the last house on the street? They say she became a tree.
Second Beach, La Push: It’s waiting for the right time, the opportune moment. When the tide will come in, and come in strong. And it shall float in the ascending waters. Albeit momentarily, because the waters shall wane again. Recede back into the ocean. When it’s time for it to wait again, to move another inch closer.
Second Beach, La Push: “No man is an island, entire of itself, every man is a piece of the continent, apart of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”
Second Beach, La Push: Did you know, moss are our first cousins, rocks our second, and water our third?
Lake Crescent, Olympic National Park: Farewell, dear Noah. We’ll meet when the world is blue again.
Lake Crescent, Olympic National Park: A window view to the outside world, part two.
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The next day…