Seaside

Awe. It’s a term I misunderstood for the longest time. Perhaps because I hadn’t encountered it. I hadn’t felt it. Not really. Not until my first visit to the Pacific Northwest in my mid-twenties. I’d taken a ferry ride out of Seattle to a destination I cannot now remember. But I do remember the reverence owed to the sea. The wonder I felt. And the fear. All rolled into a singular emotion. I’ve since moved to the Pacific Northwest and settled down in Bellingham, whose sobriquet is apt: the City of Subdued Excitement. Bellingham is sea-adjacent town known for its natural beauty. While it’s true that the town isn’t terribly exciting when compared to Seattle or Vancouver, B.C., awe resides here. Here on the Salish Sea. When I’m not working or spending time with family, I’ll head down to the waterfront and meander about with my camera in hand. I get out of town occasionally. Head south. Hug the coast. And keep a look out for what the sea has to offer on any given day.