Sometimes you have to get into the clouds.

Good night Bluesky

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

1970’s… a young engineer from Tokyo visits a forest in Washington State on his way to a job and falls in love with it. Buys a plot of land and over a decade builds a gorgeous home from found wood. Learns as he goes. Every inch is a story.

You all, I’ve found the perfect cabin rental…it’s got the dreamiest backstory.

Two things my kid made today

If you see this, quote-post with a beach from your gallery

The PNW does summer like no other. So grateful for this evening view.