The bones tell a story

Five years ago we made a west coast trip from Sacramento to Seattle. At that time my sister Laura was living in Eugene, Oregon and wanted us to meet her in Florence, a town on the coast.  We did some shopping and some eating and then, before getting in the car to drive through the coastal range to Eugene, we wandered around the harbor.

The old pilings caught my eye.

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2 Responses to The bones tell a story

  1. Pit says:

    Excellent photos!

  2. Gunta says:

    We seem to have a lot of those around.

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