We pack a lunch, along with the dog, and head to the small town of Blaine, Washington. Across the bay is British Columbia. I am not sure why it has taken us so long to venture the half hour or so out of town to the border, but I am full of wonder the minute we pull into town. We head to the marina and walk the docks where I feel right at home. We stop and I talk shop with a mother and her grown daughter, both who are packing Nikon cameras with gigantic birding lenses. They had been in town a couple of days up from Seattle. They told me they often take photo trips together. I love this and I think of my mom, who would be 98 today.

We talk to the crabbers on the dock and watch as they pull their nets up. This man almost had his limit, but had to put these two back because they were way too small. He was kind enough to let me take his photo.

I had some creative fun post-processing these photos, doing my best to make them look a bit like one of my dad’s slide (minus the old age cracks). He took hundreds of photos in lots of marinas, all over the Pacific Northwest.

And of course, there has to be a bird. . .