Until my mom sends the photos she shot, this concludes the Sequim vacation series. I promise.
My mom has been collecting old ladders, and I love how they look scattered about the orchard.
These trunks captivated me for some reason. They look like bones that have been picked clean. Very wintry.
It won't be long before all the buds start blooming and my parents' property is awash in color.
I'm afraid I've seen Max for the last time. He probably wondered why I kept lying on the floor next to him, crying.
Big bunny. GIGANTIC TV. 'Nuff said.