This is Sunday morning above town featuring a southerly exposure of a river valley where I spent years shutterbugging when the forest was accessible only if you were willing to brave a terribly potholed, dirt road along which creepy ne’er-do-wells dumped mattresses and old cars, tiki torched’em while getting high but now there’s a smooth ribbon of blacktop engineered for Instagrammers and other influencers. When was better you ask? We sat here admiring the view, Oliver Fern correctly identified this common shrub, that tickled the heck out of me. Don’t you love the Latin name for this one? I do. There’s an ocean-spray in our backyard, found it abandoned off East Aloha several years ago, my garden is populated with strays being that Seattle’s a gardening paradise where every autumn, industrious neighbors move the furniture around as it were, plenty of cast-offs to the curb are to be had by the more opportunistic and shameless among us. The little Charlie Brown ocean-spray I brought home got plopped in a high traffic area where the boys constantly bash it with baseballs, bikes and wooden swords. You could say it’s well-loved.
But really then I made the mistake of clueing them in that virtually all the coastal native groups hardened the wood from ocean-spray (also ironwood) in fire for making spears, harpoon shafts, bows and arrows. For Goodness sake, was it really necessary to mention harpoon shafts? At any rate, Sunday morning I experimented with some of the outstanding film simulations built into my Fuji, it seemed like it could turn into a real thing but then I got home and the raw converter in Lightroom stripped those tries down to the ironwood. So ditch the nostalgia and algorithms, I guess. Should’ve used both sides of my brain. This is just my humble take on a scraggly Holodiscus discolor which established a foothold in a lofty place. Had to chuckle when I noticed spider webs all over my exposures, including one straight down the middle of this frame (what a dragline!) but that’s Mother Nature for you….