Jan 24, 2018
The Flagger found herself in rural Thurston county, looking east towards Johnson Point, over Eld Inlet. Rain in buckets, galloping down, with wind off the water. Watching the oyster boats pulling out, along with the small fishing rigs, and imagining my Washington, one, two hundred years past, when mighty firs and cedars thickly forested this Puget Sound region. Yet, in that dreamy state of being lost in history, remembering the oyster and clam harvesting that was going on in these waters. Fishing in the plentiful waters of lower Puget Sound. It is still there, the misty grays and greens, sky blending into water, forest and fields. This particular field was home to a family of deer, from the tiny newborn, to the older buck. Six of them, munching, grazing, resting under the low slung boughs of a cedar, dodging the rain. Etched against the background of green and gray. Look once, look again, where did they go, against the backdrop of a mottled brown fir trunk. Grace and beauty can be found everywhere, if one takes the time to look.
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