Woman Digging Roots With A Stick

Day 245: The costume is the ceremonial gown my mother wore when she was a Camp Fire Girl in the 1930s. The Douglas fir behind me probably started its growth concurrently. Washington as a state had been in existence less than half a century, as I often remind East Coast friends who have such a wealth of historical sites to photograph. When I delve into the area's past, this type of scene is what comes to mind: our First Citizens going about their domestic duties. The words of Zeno (a Greek philosopher) spring to mind as well. He wrote, "The goal of life is living in agreement with Nature." I heartily concur.