Three Steps and Two Blinks of an Eye

The cottonwoods stand out now,  making the difference between the light green of the alder and billowy yellow of the cottonwood leaves obvious. We see this now as we scramble up the mossy rocks that lead to the bluffs overlooking the Stillaguamish River valley. I hold tight to my son’s hand, tell him to stay…

Cattails

My son runs ahead of my husband and I on a thin path that trails off into mudflats. We’ve  parked along a narrow road that stops abruptly in front of a dike. We cannot see the water. But we can see, just barely, the tops of cattails.  We have come here, to the Skagit River…