I am five feet tall, have lived in Seattle for decades without owning an umbrella, and photograph every face I find — in museums, on walls, carved into the ends of pews. These things are related.
Discover the Magic of the San Juan Islands
From the moment you leave the shore, you’re unmoored—literally and otherwise. Stress dissolves into the sea spray, and the tidy tyranny of daily life gives way to the untamed rhythm of tide and wind.