Walls of Rain State Park

I went across the sound on a ferry at Mukelteo. Somewhere on the other side, on Whidbey Island, I stopped at a State Park on the west side of what is called "south island." I can't remember the name of the park, but for desriptive purposes, I've named it Walls of Rain State Park.

At Walls of Rain State Park, was trying to hike down this trail to the beach, and when I was about halfway there, a thunderstorm hit. I sat under a huge downed tree until the worst had passed.

Walls of Rain State Park has winds of 30 knots down on this pleasant looking shore. Wanna stay for a Picnic? Probably not.

At Walls of Rain State Park, the driftwood looks like its thinking and observing. It looks like it might talk.

At Walls of Rain State Park, either rain gets in your goofy old camera, or the film gets stuck in the developing tank, later.

At Walls of Rain State Park, the beach, which is muddy, looks dark on infrared film. The seashells glow in a radiant wavelenth that only the film can see.

The water drips in to everything that you have. Its in your bag, its in your shirt, and its in your hat. The air itself gets drippy, with moisture sqeezing in to places it shouldn't really go.

Somber Pilings march in unison in to the advancing tide.

At Walls of Rain State Park, even ducks could drown.

You can look for some place to stand that is shielded from wind. Good luck.

Here as Walls of Rain State Park, plane flights to tropical third world countries are sounding pretty good.

These pictures were taken on Whidbey island on march 13th, 2001 with a 1936 Leica IIIc and some kind of film called Ilford 200 infrared extended film. It was a throwaway roll of film, sort of, but as it turned out, the camera, film and developer I was "testing" turned out to all be good. Thus, pictures occurred.