Western WA can get pretty gray at times. For reasons I don't care to examine too carefully, it doesn't bother me. Maybe growing up where the summers often sailed over 100 degrees and the sun was relentless, I adapted a reverse reaction to dark days. Whatever the cause, grateful I am, for it has allowed me to happily live in a few places that are a real problem for some.
But, and there is a but, there are gray days, and there are GRAY days. Not unexpected in the land of rain of course. Yet on some occasions, when the rain is coming down in sheets, the sky can look like something out of a horror movie. Dramatic and interesting? Definitely. Humbling? You bet. Today had bits like that.
In those deeply dark moments, it is possible to forget how breathtakingly beautiful this region is. What it looks like bathed in sun, water at full blue with Mt Rainier showing her stuff. In light (pun intended) of that, I am returning to a day that did take my breath away. One that hit me hard, like my ride through the Palouse last spring. A "great to be alive" day. An "I can't believe I live here" day.
Sending YOU some spring blue for a winters day.
Shot from aboard a ferry as another passed by.