Cold Northwest Days

Looking west towards the Olympic Mountain range

Wednesday's sunset was beautiful. In fact I was going to do a post called The Sky, Every Five Minutes. I couldn't put the camera away. Everywhere I turned it was a stunning display of light, clouds and sky.

Taken from exactly where the greenhouse stood, looking north

But then the sky grew dark, night fell, and the sun rose on a rainy windy Thursday morning. I wanted to get out and see if I could find the eagles. I went to the bay entirely under-dressed for the wind and cold.

Wind-chopped waves in Port Townsend Bay

The usually calm bay roiled and rolled behind me.

Shades of northwest gray looking towards the Paper Mill

I came looking for the eagles. It is their season, but I felt nearly as pulled to them as they are to each other.

They were circling and circling when I first saw them.

They arrived together, but one hovered patiently while the other settled in

They were there, but I couldn't stay long, just enough to take a few photos before I headed back to the pirate and our warm house.