2016 in photos...

Posting my favorite photograph from each month of the year is something I've not done before. I always thought it would be too hard to choose just one picture. But what I learned is that sometimes, the opposite was true. For some months this year, I had to look hard to find a photograph I really liked. That has given me much food for thought. In any case, here are my favorite pictures of the year. I hope you enjoy them!


In January we spent a weekend in Ellensburg with friends, and on the last day I went out in a snowstorm to photograph the farms and barns on the hillside where they live. I have a lot of favorite pictures from that afternoon, and most have never been published before. Because of the blowing snow, the photographs from that day look more like paintings.

In February, it rained. And it rained. And then it rained some more. Rainfall records were broken. I'm not sure it ever stopped, based on the number of photos with rain droplets, and photos of flooded pastures! But it made for a lot of interesting, if soggy, opportunities.

March was a month to explore county open space parks, in search of geocaches, but also in search of new trails close to home. We did two geocaching events, one on the cold side of the state. There were no good photos from that weekend, sad to say. My favorite place we explored during the other event was an old soldier's cemetery near Orting, high on the side of a hill. I loved the solitary cross amidst the sea of plain white stones.

In April, we started planning road trips for the summer and fall, and jump-started the season with a trip to Leavenworth to visit friends. We walked prairies in bloom in SW Washington. And the cherry trees bloomed.

 


May brought us to our cabin for our annual "opening" day. It was Madison's first visit, and we took one of our favorite drives, circumnavigating Hood Canal. In one of the state parks along the canal, I pulled the tall grass away from the base of a tree, and found this perfect nest.

In June, Madison turned one year old. She's been a complete joy ever since she moved home with us last December. We hit the road for a couple of weeks in Oregon, with hiking near Mount Hood, and geocaching near Bend.

In July I helped with my quilt guild's annual quilt show, and my Aussie sister and brother-in-law arrived for a visit. But I confess that the event in July that sticks in my mind is a different encounter: with a baby timber rattlesnake. I was reaching for a geocache at the base of a tree, and lucky for me, the tiny snake wasn't in the mood to be social.

In August I sprained my ankle, my African violet bloomed (a big deal, really!), and we toured the Boeing Everett plant for the first time ever. It's true that it's a good thing to play tourist in your own town once in a while! Best of all, we spent a week in Walla Walla and the rolling hills of the Palouse. And I finally got to see this spectacular old barn with its fence of wheels.

September brought the long-awaited road trip, to Colorado by way of Utah, and home through Montana. We hiked on the Continental Divide, discovered petroglyphs in a little-seen canyon, and went fishing on Blue Mesa. And I had another encounter with a rattlesnake, a full-grown one this time.

But the coolest thing I did in September was babysit a fire lookout for four nights. At a mile high, the air was crystal clear and the weather was picture perfect, and we had a stunning view of Mount Rainier. We sat up late and watched the stars, and woke at first light to photograph the dawn's light hitting the mountain. It was hard to choose just one picture from the hundreds I took during those four days, but I do love this one, taken just before dawn on the third morning.

Fall came late this year, and by mid-October the leaves had only just begun to turn color. We made our fourth trip around Mount Rainier, this time spending a few nights and doing some hiking south of the mountain.

In November we spent a few days at the cabin, unfortunately during a stormy period. On the one sunny day, we drove up Puget Sound to Port Townsend and Port Angeles, then back along Hood Canal. It's one of our favorite drives, and we always try to do it in the fall, when the trees are changing color. This time we were lucky enough to catch the passenger boat arriving in Port Orchard.

The first snows of the season came in December, and that was enough incentive to spend a cold, snowy day exploring the Snoqualmie Valley. We know it well, all the back roads and the views, but snow on Mt. Si completely changed the landscape. It may be the only time I've seen the Snoqualmie River lined with trees just changing to fall colors, with Mt. Si covered in snow.

Well, that's it... 2016 officially ends in just a couple of hours. I have great hopes for 2017!

Beginnings...

At the beginning of 2016, on the last day of a weekend spent with friends in Ellensburg, I headed out to take pictures before we headed for home. And found myself in the middle of a blizzard, flying solo with the Pilot and my camera, freezing my bones but finding some beautiful scenery.

It was really the first time I'd deliberately gone out in a winter storm, by myself. I don't have a track record with driving in the stuff, in spite of living on the cold side of the state for almost 8 years. But today was so beautiful, I decided to risk the roads and explore. My friends live in the midst of old farms and homesteads, some of my favorite subjects. But today I found more than my favorite old barns. Irrigation lines still connected, because the blizzard took the farmer by surprise. A herd of elk, eating hay with a herd of cattle. Draft horses with icicles in their tails. Yellow lichen-covered willow trees, blowing in the wind.

Photography in falling snow is new to me, and I have much to learn about light and white balance when there isn't much light, and the contrast is so extreme. But I had the roads to myself, and the world was magical, and even though I was chilled through, I didn't want to leave.

It hasn't snowed much this winter on the wet side of the state, but I am ever hopeful. We're at the beginning of a cold spell, and snow might be just around the corner. My fingers are crossed that scenes like this one will be possible, without having to travel a hundred miles from home.

Christmas No. 2...

We stayed up too late last night, and got up in the dark to help with breakfast, then wave goodbye to my family as they headed for Leavenworth for a day in the snow. With time to kill before our boat, we explored the island, found some geocaches, and made the ferry with plenty of time to spare.

I brought my mom's sewing machine home with me. It's choking on something, and I offered to get it some help. Mom left it to my sister, and it's made plenty of kid's clothes and doll clothes, and even some quilts. I hope it still has life, and there will be many more hours of sewing ahead.

We're headed off island to spend the afternoon with DWs family, a big rowdy bunch from 84 to 18; such fun. Good food and wine, a Secret Santa gift exchange, and a sweater contest, then home in the cold rain to crash with Madison. Tomorrow's another day; maybe I'll find time to clean my house.

Or maybe I'll catch up on that stack of books that's been waiting for me.

And wait for it to snow.

Ten gallons...

I took a break from family and excited little girls and Christmas presents, and walked into my niece's family room. The windows there look out on my sister's perennial gardens, asleep for the winter. But it wasn't the gardens that caught my eye. It was this 10-gallon crock, filled to the brim with a bumper crop of hazlenuts.

And three almonds.

Ten days...

Ten days ago, I wrote a few words and edited a photograph, and uploaded them to my blog. I felt relieved that I'd caught up to the current day, but dismayed to know that the next time I posted, I'd be ten days behind again. That's the curse of a blogger who loves to get out on the road and explore, to visit friends, to geocache, to just find someplace I've never been before.

I loved my week with friends near Lake Wenatchee, a winter wonderland this year. The trees were laden with snow, the rivers and streams were icing over, bank to bank. It was beautiful, but the weather made it hard to get out with my camera every day. Every day it got colder, too... on Saturday we went to a private winery party, and when we left, it was 2 degrees. We watched the snow fall (15+ inches in the first few days), sat by the fire, talked and caught up, and cooked together. It was heavenly.

I never thought I had the wanderlust gene. I looked forward to vacation every year, but loved being at home, and always thought I was happiest in my own home. , but the past year I've really become to understand that part of me. I love my home, my little farmhouse on five beautiful serene acres, and I love the things I create while I'm there.

But I also love the road, the road that takes me to the amazing places in this beautiful country of ours. Places you can find just by getting off the freeway and following those hidden side roads. Following your nose, following the winding road, letting the schedule slip just long enough to see what else is out there.

A quartet of cats...

The last handmade gifts for this year are these cats... quilted and embroidered with love for my two great nieces, Ella and Vivian. The two on the left are 25 years old, and will stay at the farm with my collection of old bears and bunnies and cats. The two on the right will go to their new owners on Christmas day.

But I just might have to make a few more... you never know when a cuddly stuffed toy will be needed!

Water into ice...

If the river has a soul, it's a peaceful one. If it has a lesson to impart, that lesson is patience. There will be drought, it says; there will be floods; the ice will form, the ice will melt; the water will flow and blend into the river's brackish mouth, then join the ocean... endlessly, forever, amen.  - Therese Anne Fowler

Blue snow...

This homestead near Plain is one of my favorite spots, but I've never been there with so much snow on the ground. After breakfast and a stroll through Plain Hardware, I came back on my own with my camera. I followed footsteps and photographed the lovely barns.

The log home has been under restoration for a few years now, and finally it looks done.

I love how the bright blue sky reflects on snow and turns it blue... just as it does on a clear mountain lake.

Ice drops...

Heading east, to the central Cascades, where we'll find snow and blue skies and cold temperatures. Good friends, good food, a winery party, and lots of time to relax before Christmas.

Our snow is over for now. The icy cold days were such fun and I loved being outside with my camera.

Winter officially arrives in a few days... I hope it's a cold one.

Love...

A grassy hillside, a handful of lichen-covered sticks, and a sentiment we can all understand. Not what you'd expect to find alongside a trail. But I loved finding it there.