Photos of My Port Townsend

A valley runs north to south through Port Townsend between the Strait of Juan de Fuca and Port Townsend Bay. Many mornings fog and wood smoke settles in the low stretch, as shown here on the Port Townsend Golf Club course.

This lovely old church has the classic New England type steeple/bell tower that makes for postcard photographs. It also has the most uncomfortable pews I have ever sat in. I had been looking at some old family photos, so decided to process this in that faded style.

After a cloudy day, the sky cleared to reveal a moonlit cityscape. The foreground shows the upper Umatilla Hill neighborhood. The distant hills are Morgan Hill and Uptown. The green lights on the horizon are PT High School, not a UFO.

Clear, crisp and frosty, early mornings have been beautiful for the last few days.

The sun, such as it is in December, shone straight down Taylor Street and up the Haller Fountain steps on Friday morning.

19 years ago, we first came to Port Townsend on the Whidbey ferry at sunset. I’ve never gotten tired of that twilight view. The Coleman Dock makes a decent substitute for the ferry view when I need a reminder.

Another crisp and cold morning. I love it. It reminds me of the Rocky Mountains where I grew up. The bad news is that we live in a basin that relies on wind or rain to keep the air clean. The good news is that a bit of pollution makes for colorful sunrises and sunsets.