A lovely day of sketching at the home of Fletcher and Elizabeth. So peaceful to sit out on the deck and watch the tugs and barges, huge merchant ships and private boats cruising and sailing by down in the channel, under the overcast sky, in view of the brooding Olympic Mountains. And to see all the birds in the air and on the ground. Or, in the case of the herons, hearing them back in the woods.
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