|On a morning like this ... not a cloud in the sky|
|As the sun rises, the air becomes a little hazy and suddenly across the bay the sun hits the windows of a building in downtown Tacoma creating blindingly bright patterns in the bay.|
|So still is the water even the steam from the St. Regis pulp mill is reflected in the bay.|
|And as suddenly at the building is illuminated and the reflections spread ... they start to fade as the sun moves higher in the sky.|
at the end of my garden.