That sign is too hot to handle

I didn’t know that stop signs could get so hot that they needed pot holders. Apparently this one does.

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Steel plate on roadway

I’ve been trying to ignore the construction Downtown. All of Taylor Street has been torn up, as have the sidewalks. Sidewalks on Water Street are also being replaced. It’s a mess. Add water and stir, it becomes a muddy mess. Happy May Day.

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Darkness falls but hasn't yet made it

Just liked the silhouette. Nothing special.

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San Juan and F Street Fog

Most recent mornings have been misty, whether we’ve had overcast or not. In this photo, we’re looking north on San Juan to towards its intersection with F Street. This is a low point between hills and often has fog, and on still mornings like Saturday, wood smoke. The smoke smells wonderful in the crisp morning air.

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Taking a smoke break

Outside the Boiler Room, you’ll often see young people smoking. Most, like this guy, go around the corner and don’t bother passersby.

Gravestone of Port Townsend Poet James Broughton

The Gardener of Eden

I am the old dreamer who never sleeps.
I am timekeeper of the timeless dance.
I preserve the long rhythms of the earth,
and fertilize the rounds of desire.

In my evergreen arboretum.
I raise flowering hopes for the world.
I plant seeds of perennial affection,
and wait for their passionate bloom.

Would you welcome the sight if you saw it?
Revalue the view your have lost?
Could you wake to the innocent morning
and flow the risks of your heart?

Every day I grow a dream in my garden,
where the beds are laid out for love.
When will you come to embrace it
and join in the joy of the dance?

James Broughton
(November 10, 1913 – May 17, 1999)

Sunset over Redman Cemetery

After a couple of days of overcast and rain, the clouds broke up just enough for the sky to glow like fire. This is Redman Cemetery on Discovery Road.