Walking on the frosty crust of the beach below the Herron Island ferry landing early Thursday morning, all I could think of was how beautiful it was.
A biting wind herded unruly wisps of fog up Case Inlet.
A nascent sunrise stained the sky purple and pink.
Seagulls huddled together on a frost-bit rail, not the least bit interested in taking flight.
The Olympics mountain range stood guard across the horizon, waiting patiently for the full beaver moon to make its descent into a new day.
Moments I could freeze and frame.
Just another lovely day in paradise.
Good morning Longbranch.