storming in neah bay on oct. 6 08

Checked in with the port captain at Neah Bay then had breakfast at the Warm House at the far end of the harbor. To walk off my meal I wandered around the harbor looking at the old fishing boats. It’s humbling to walk past these huge beasts, gritty from countless fishing trips and rough weather. My eye sees the patina of beauty. Layers upon layers of hard work and corrosion and the dampness of heavy mist. The smell of fish hangs in the air.

And now it's late at night, the storm is passing through, and I can hear the rain and wind howling outside. It's too exciting to sleep.

This round of pictures is just the names. More to come tomorrow.