I arrived at the Wilderness information center in Port Angeles 930am, about three hours after leaving Seattle.
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I step outside with a glass of wine and watch the illuminated texture of thin clouds passing in front of the crescent moon. It looks like a time lapse. The air is cool and marine. I was thinking the other day how in my adult life I’ve never lived very far from a body of water large enough to be visibly tidal. Chicago, San Francisco, New York, now Seattle; even the Potomac River is tidal where it passed through DC. It’s after 10pm but it’s only just got dark. I should be in bed but I want to freeze this moment so I mount my camera on a tripod and ‘click, click’ away. I don’t know why I can’t just look and let go.