Wood, Metal, Stone

Surfaces from Lopez Island...

Happy old trawler

Antique harvester

Pioneer canoe

Clinic helipad

The Green and the Red

Ghosts of trucks past on Lopez Island, rusting and enjoying the big sleep while the foliage takes over.

Island Indigenous

Spent several nights on Lopez Island, Washington. Here's a sampling of the plethora of great huts to be found there.

Beach hut for rent!

Garage hut

Mysterious business hut

Artistic hut

Skeletal hut

Sepia Beach

In the spirit of the preceding postcards I take a try at electronic hand-tinting in the attempt to "improve" these badly yellowed snaps from my folks back in Michigan in the late Forties.

I might add that from my personal experience, I don't think I can remember my dad ever going swimming. He was typically under a tree, fully clothed and probably off in a poetic trance.

The original

The Tinted

And the Monochrome.
Which dost thou prefer?

Hand-Tinted

My father arrived in Seattle in the autumn of 1952, ready to start his teaching job at the U of Washington. Aside from his brief stint in California bootcamp, I don't think he had ever been outside his home state of Michigan. He had never had spaghetti, let alone see real mountains or saltwater. My mom has several of the postcards he sent her as he made the big move.

On Thursday September 18 he mailed a whole passel of postcards to her, to whet her appetite for the big move.

Parrington Hall was the building he was to teach most of his classes in, and his office was in a portable "annex" outside it amongst towering chestnuts.