Pink oriental poppies capturing the first light of day
I get up at the crack o’thirty to begin my commute into civilization from the island, an odyssey that cross-utilizes every form of transportation known to man (at least in King County): my beater truck (the shortest leg of the trip), a Metro bus, a Washington State Ferry, and a county vanpool. In the darkness of winter it really can seem like a journey to the River Styx , but in summer, um, um summer, it is a magic show of haunting beauty and changing light.
So this morning, on my way to said vehicles and long commute, I was halted by a particularly arresting play of light as the sun broke. Pretty to me is like shiny to a crow. Did I have time to: (1) run back into the house to grab my camera; (2) remind B&G I had only been gone for 12 seconds while reassuring them that indeed I would return; (3) bribe them with a biscuit; (4) lock up again; (5) capture the moment with my Canon ELPH; and (6) still make the bus –my key domino in the adventure that is my daily commute. As you can see, I did; but that is only thanks to Alexis, the best (and sweetest) bus driver in the world who kindly keeps an eye out for any frazzled commuters in beater gray trucks.
And this time of year, the sun is obliged to follow me home.
(Fringetree: Chioanthus Virginicus in foreground)
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