Holy, holy

Morning shots on the Hannegan. In the summer, the sun comes up behind Mt. Baker, but in the winter it comes up behind the Twin Sisters.

The above picture has four swans flying across the sky. You see a lot of water fowl in this region. Often the winter fields have standing water in them, and ducks and swans are splashing and walking around. Yesterday I drove by one field with ducks and swans that had visible standing water between the rows; the next field was grass without visible water (but no doubt damp ground, as it's been rainy yesterday) and seagulls were strutting around.

My niece told a great story on Facebook about one of her little girls seeing the mountains. My niece pointed out Mt. Baker to her four-year-old and two-year-old daughters. She says Baker was especially clear and beautiful that day. The four-year-old asked her what the mountains next to Mt. Baker were called. She told her she didn't know, and the little girl said, "Let's call them holy holy."

That was such a beautiful and profound response that it almost gives me chills.