For the first time in many years, Pacific Science Center is closed during the week. Every Monday-Tuesday through spring with the exception of holidays and school break periods. The ducks and other critters are wondering what’s going on.
A golden tint to the Emerald City this morning.
Never tire of watching the cycle each year. Fuzzy when they first appear, velvet in summer, sharp and menacing come fall, ragged and spent when they drop in late winter/early spring, hopefully landing somewhere we can find them.
When she wore that sweater I was putty in her hands. Actually, it didn’t matter what she wore.
At least three or four in there. When I first found them they all would have fit in my hand. A week later they’re outgrowing their little home and moving out.