…til the well runs dry. Or that’s the old saying. In the maritime climate of Cascadia, you never miss the water because it’s hard to get away from the stuff. Rivers, lakes, ocean, Puget Sound, even little salmon-bearing streams. And of course, for nine months of the year that incessant drizzle that keeps everything so green.
Below, various watery shots taken recently. Look particularly closely at the leaf — a tiny fly is reclining on its edge, a fly so small I didn’t even see it when taking the photo (I was distracted by my desire to keep the boat from tipping).