Inessential Stuff

So Marcus had his first T-ball game.  Just a day before his 6th birthday.

He plays baseball in the backyard with his daddy, so he wasn’t sure t-ball (rather than hitting live pitching) would be fun, but he seemed to enjoy it.

He was typical Marcus, typically intense.

Here is a slideshow for proof (there are itty bitty captions at the bottom left).  The only disappointment, it turns out, was that no official score was kept.  Oh well.

Some people don’t see the appeal of Eastern Washington.  Too dry.  Too barren.  Too empty.

I’m not among them.

Give me some backroads, some music, a camera, maybe even a traveling companion, and I’ll have a great day.  So it was on Saturday, as I did a little South-of-Tri-Cities exploring, including a drive up to the mighty windmills, which I had seen from afar, but never up close.

It took a while to find the right road, but the timing was perfect:  orange sunset; strangely blue sky to the east; rich green fields.  The wind bent down the grain and encouraged silence by whispering “shhhhhhh” in the ears and sometimes died down just enough to ear the “whush-whush-whush” of the rotary blades on the windmills.

Here’s a little taste.