Beaches on Puget Sound aren’t picturesque in the way of those in Hawaii, Mexico or the Caribbean. There aren’t huge stretches of powdery sand, translucent water, palm trees or stunning sunsets.
Compared to those, beaches here can appear downright ugly. The ground is littered with rocks, empty crab exoskeltons, huge swathes of stinking seaweed, and cracked clam shells.
The skies are full of crows and gulls venting in their shrill way.
You will see some determined people trying to swim, their lips turning blue and their teeth chattering, and a couple of people courting cancer by browning their carcasses on beach towels.
Twice now, my friend Anna has dragged me to one of these beaches specifically to take photos. I’ll confess to a lack of imagination and vision when first scoping out these scenes. There was nothing in front of me that begged to be photographed: no monument natural or man-made, nothing saturated with color, and no sexy lifeguards.