Friday Harbor Labs, San Juan Islands, Wash.

At Cattle Point. Feather duster worms. You poke them and they shrink back into their tubes.

Bread crumb sponge (the green stuff) and pink encrusting algae.

Aggragating anemone


A little Isopod

Barnacles. They were everywhere! Really quite handsome.


More anemones, above tide. They've pulled in their tentacles to conserve moisture. Their bodies are very soft and gelatinous.



My friend's feet. She finds shoes inconvenient. Well, she did grow up in West Africa where she did everything barefoot!








I just couldn't stop taking pictures of the anemones! They were so lovely. They spread out everywhere in whatever wet crevice was availible during the nice low tide. (Nice for us at least.)

And then I dropped my camera in a tiny shallow little pool. So I didn't get pictures of the rest of the trip. (The following were taken earlier on.) But I took the battery and memory card out, left it open for a couple days and the camera works just as well as ever--to my great relief!

Flotsam and Jetsam




Cattle Point!

My bed in the dorm. I loved the bed lamps.


From the dining hall looking down to the labs





On the island

Friday Harbor Labs, seen from the ferry.


The ferry deck


On the parking level of the ferry between Widby island and Friday Harbor.

I tend to wait until the memory card in my camera is full before loading pictures onto my computer. So if I only occasionally photograph something, the card fills slowly.

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