As I headed out for my weekly outing to Nisqually yesterday I saw a few raindrops on the windshield. By the time I reached the parking lot, there was a heavy drizzle. My first reaction was disappointment that it was raining on my one long walk of the week.

I hadn’t walked far before my glasses and my camera eyepiece had fogged up and I was finding it nearly impossible to focus on an already blurred world.

Before long, though, I began to feel quite comfortable. Even wet feet couldn’t dampen my feeling that this was truly home, that I belonged here at the water’s edge

standing sentinel over this land and water.