Although I dragged my camera everywhere I went during the Chuckanut Writers Conference, at the end of it all I had very little to show for it. I was too busy listening, writing, laughing and crying. Luckily, not all things can be measured in pictures, and I came away from the fledgling conference with new friends, sage advice, signed books, and a renewed vigor for writing.
A couple of weekends back we visited the Heritage Flight Museum for their Warbird Weekend Fly Day. Pilots of vintage aircraft converged on Bellingham and took turns showing off their aircraft and flying skills above an admiring crowd. "Val Halla" is a P-51 Mustang owned and piloted by Bill Anders.
We're back from our little getaway to Fort Worden, and we had a great time! The way there and back we rode on Washington's newest ferry, the Chetzemoka. The way over was a gray, misty day which lent itself well to black and white. The way back was beautiful and sunny, and I would have taken lots of colorful pictures if I hadn't stayed in the car trying not to vomit because I had the stomach flu. Did I say we had a great time? We had a great time till Eli and I started throwing up.
In 1921, Bellingham photographer J.W. Sandison snapped a shot of about eighty locals dressed up for a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest in front of the Liberty Theater. It's become a famous image of Chaplin nostalgia, appearing in just about every Chaplin book or documentary out there. The theater is now a parking garage, but Charlie Chaplin will never go out of style, as evidenced by the recreation of the event this last Sunday.
The Pickford Film Center put together a Charlie Chaplin event, complete with double feature and look-alike contest, before the attendees congregated for the commemorative photo. I have one of the whole group, but I liked this smaller vignette the best.
Oh, and those two little Chaplins in vests? Those are mine!
Click here to see the pictures from the Bellingham Herald, including one of me doing my daughter's eyebrows.
June 1st marked the 70th anniversary of Bellingham International Airport. In celebration, the Heritage Flight Museum had a "Warbird Weekend." Aviators came from all over, bringing their vintage aircraft with them. I wish I had gotten some information on these planes, but all I know about them is they were really fun to watch!
A couple weeks ago our family heard that the Northwest Wildlife Rehabilitation Center had a bunch of orphaned baby raccoons who needed a playground. So, we tromped through the woods by my dad's house and loaded up the van with sturdy branches for them to climb around on.
The animals there are in a fragile state, and besides getting healthy it's also important that they don't get too used to (and dependent on) people. For this reason, most of the animals are sequestered. I was able to get a relatively good shot of this barn owl, though. He/she started to display anxiety after I approached, so I took my picture and quickly left the owl in peace.
I discovered the Northwest Wildlife Rehabilitation Center two years ago when we had a Steller's Jay with a broken wing. They do such a good service-- the sort of service that's often necessary where humankind and nature collide. If you're interested in learning more about the organization, click here.
The Ski to Sea race ends in Fairhaven, where a huge celebration (literally named "It All Ends in Fairhaven") awaits teams and revelers. Thousands of people join the fun, so it's smart to forgo the car and walk, bike, or take the shuttle. Some of these bikes belong to race participants-- there's a road bike leg and a mountain bike leg in the race-- and some, like ours, were just bicycling on a beautiful day.