If a Wild Shore Calls, Go
I love few things more than hunting edges—away from the mainstream. So when summer and friends led us to a LaPush campsite at the mouth of the Olympic Peninsula’s Quileute River and the wild beaches and forest trails in its vicinity, my synapses (and camera) fired nonstop.
I snapped pics with stories in them.
What do YOU see? Smell? Hear?
Who?
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What?
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How did it . . .?
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Lost? Found?
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Confusion . . . or clarity?
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Shifty?. . . or Cleansing?
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Death . . . or rescue?
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Barriers . . . or ramparts?
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Menace . . . or meal?
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Aviators . . . or interlopers?
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Hideout . . . or prison?
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I had to see . . .
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Room for a crowd inside.
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For as long as the tide’s low . . . 
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Homecoming . . . or epiphany?
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“Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.”
—Jeremiah 33:3
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Thanks for imagining with me, friends. So glad you’re here.
Watching Nature, Seeing Life: Through His Creation, God Speaks.
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