Sunday Morning on the Hoquiam River

This is my favorite spot on the Hoquiam River. It's just a block from my apartment; I sometimes visit three or four times a day.

Tug boats at rest. They work in the harbor, but they're hard to catch in action, somehow. I usually see them docked.


Here we can see Simpson Avenue Bridge on the horizon. ... The salmon are running; that's what those in the fishing boat at the foot of the bridge are after.



The cascade of water on the bank here is coming from the drainage system.

Sunday mornings are beautiful in small town Hoquaim, Wash.

The streets are generally deserted, and there's a hush over everything. I can walk out my front door, look at the trees in the hills and hear the birds twittering. It feels like I'm at a campground.

This Sunday I took a brief walk, just a block from my apartment, along the Hoquiam River. It was just before dawn, and it would be awhile before the sun broke over the hills.

I was delighted to come across the heron fishing the river. And doubly delighted that it didn't fly away, as they often do, when I photographed it.

Except for the first photo, all of these were taken on Riverside Bridge, one of our two bridges spanning the river into downtown.

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