Jan 11, 2019

 Flagger days. Love the aerial dance. How to replace an utility pole. Early Spring creeping into western WA today: Flocks of black capped chickadees, early frog croaking, buzzed by a lethargic yellow jacket, red twig dogwood, glistens in the warmth of the winter sun attempting to break through the cold, Cascades to the east, rugged cutouts.

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