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Whidbey Island is a beautiful place, a narrow strip of land in the middle of Puget Sound. There's a mix of terrains, strangely familiar to anyone who's spent time in Northern Ireland. Bog and forest give way to cliffs and beaches - this is Antrim in miniature.
We drove down the the ferry port at Keystone, to watch the tiny Port Townsend ferry trundle its way across the still sound to the Olympic Peninsula. As the ferry vanished in the haze, we walked on to the nearby shingle beach. The water was lapping on the stones, washing up bright colours on the grey rocks.
A bright red scallop shell.
Some worm-worn driftwood.
And some coloured pebbles.
Whidbey Island, Washington
June 2009
We drove down the the ferry port at Keystone, to watch the tiny Port Townsend ferry trundle its way across the still sound to the Olympic Peninsula. As the ferry vanished in the haze, we walked on to the nearby shingle beach. The water was lapping on the stones, washing up bright colours on the grey rocks.
A bright red scallop shell.
Some worm-worn driftwood.
And some coloured pebbles.
Whidbey Island, Washington
June 2009
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