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i am amazed at how much water can hang above your head...

i started the day gaffing a pole off sr302.
right off the water, high in the air. wind and brine in my face. i love the smell and the way the air tastes in the season. the rain was coming in sheets and looking across the hood canal, the atmosphere obscures points across north shore... them disappearing in the distance as the air and the water merge into the same amorphous mass.

there are moments when the perpetual grey and wet suddenly seem beautiful and right.