Eirik’s cabin waits on a high, mountain plateau, at the end of a two-hour hike. Here he fishes, hunts, and picks berries.
Back in the 1980s some friends got permission to get married on Madrona Point. Afterwards, my friend Ron and I were sitting on the dock admiring the deep colors and calm water that so often accompany island summer evenings. He nudged me suggesting I grab my camera. This photo was the result!
A mid-1950s view down Main St. in Eastsound showing a line of cars parked in front of Templin’s Center.
Bull kelp fronds, when dried in the sun on the beach, are as tasty as they are beautiful.
They don’t wash their car either.
Warm, late-afternoon light bathes one of the most stunning madrona groves on the island.
Out for a morning walk, I stopped to chat with some friends. “May I take your portrait?” I asked. “Would you mind if we stay right where we are?” they asked.
This is the view that welcomes you upon your arrival in Eastsound. The photo was taken on a perfect, spring day.
Beloved Cascade Lake, lit long by a low, winter sun, on a peaceful afternoon.
This version of Charolette Kimples map shows just the Sam Juan Islands.
A classic Studebaker drives off the ferry in the mid 1950s, a classic island scene of the island welcoming visitors.
Here is proof that the grass is always greener on the other side.
A backlit shell reflecting the morning sky.
This hand colored photograph shows Ansel Eckmann, the owner of Buckhorn Lodge.
A long exposure gives a dreamy look to the rapids below.