Fly Away with Me

Never mind that it's -30 outside my door right now and almost Christmas.  I'm stepping out of season and a little summer color never hurt anyone anyhow.  (Taken at Pacific Science Center, Seattle, last week)

Snoqualmie Falls

Hankering for something to do in the afternoon and not wanting to be in a city, I hopped in the car and drove out to Snoqualmie Falls.  I'd been told that with the recent down-pour of rain in the area along with melting snow the waterworks should be phenomenal.

The thundering sound of water crashing 268' down into the basin could be heard long before walking into view of the falls themselves.  The wind driven spray drenched the observation decks with a fine mist.  Now and again the winds would shift and allow brief mist-free moments for onlookers to take photos then quickly stash their cameras into pockets or under jackets when the winds shifted yet again.

Signs posted in the area said "Trail closed until 2013".  Asking around I found out the trail goes down to the river and another observation deck and along the way you can look through the windows of the powerhouse to see turbines generating hydroelectric power.  There was a lot of construction equipment making upgrades to the hydroelectric production both at the top of the falls as well as past the observation decks.  (Normally I read the tourist info signs, however, this time did not.  Just enjoyed the Falls. Therefore, the link about the hydroelectric project is provided.  I hold no view on PSE or this project.)

On queue

On winter's Arctic stage, the moon gets the lead role.  The sun makes only brief appearances, sporting the most brilliant of wardrobes.  Perhaps the moon's attire is less colorful but it accessorizes with a few strategically placed jewels to sparkle and glint and grab some attention.

Not yet wanting to take center stage early this morning the moon hovered along the mountaintops.  It was barely luminous, veiled in a cloud the color of smokey amber.   Jupiter, however, was raring to go and hung above taunting Luna to come out and play.   In little over ten minutes, the horizon was smudged with shades of persimmon melting up into the cerulean blue atmosphere as night was soon to be pushed away by day.  The Sun was awake, about to make its grand entrance.  As if on queue,  Luna sprung to life and less than ten minutes later the above scene took place.  Making her own way across the sky, the moon appeared as a brightly glowing pendant hanging by an invisible thread from a sparkling jewel in the sky.  A red carpet just won't do when you're as beautiful as the moon and stars alighting upon the rich blue of a passing night.