A Sunday Outing

Sunday morning fog was not quite pea-soup thick, and I started to exchange my photo foray for chores. However, a later promise of sun sent me across the valley in search of a pleasant outing.  Stopped near the Casino for the Pintail duck, headed north east,   and  the eagle and his harem were back near the Edison slough. 

Guard your life well on that road,   with everyone armed with cameras, praying they are not roadkill.  Alas, I don’t  have a huge lens, so usually settle for shooting birds on the wires.  Pushing east, I thought”why is it that everywhere the long-necked trumpeter swans are, their dining choice is always in a distant field?” I did find they favor mud too.

 I also discovered on this jaunt that the day evolves on its own, and the beauty of the ride is our Skagit County life unfolding.

Up river, the mountains were shining.

Fishing on the Skagit River was the pastime I saw most.  On returning to Anacortes, the white refinery smoke was wisping its way to meet the dark velvety clouds- which were in both the east and west.  Mt. Erie and adjacent humps were hunkering down for the night. But just as I parked at Seafarer’s Park, I looked east once more and the mountains were a luscious pink, gracefully bidding the day goodbye.