Front

Brightly colored hydrants offer a pit of contrast (and texture) to just about any context, which is what makes it so surprising to me that they also seem invisible. I've walked by this hydrant for years. Noticed it for the first time this last February.

Blue

Hydrant with blue cap at the trail to the beach near Rockaway.

Early

An early spring flower. And a hydrant.

Hydrant

Yellow hydrant. White flower. In the green space near the cabins of the trees at one of my favorite camps.

Frame

Old window frame on the bulletin board for texture.

Mug Shot

Foosball team on a string. From the side.

Feet

Foosball feet. Bulletin board in the background.

Team

Unattached foosball team members. Found in a drawer. Strung up. Attached them to a bulletin board.

Above

Deflated balloon. From above.

Balloon

A yellow deflated balloon on the wood floor of the downstairs backpacking closet. Not sure how it got there. Took a photo before discarding.

Side

Texture and color. From the side.

Under

Closet light. Diffused. By orange jackets. With black straps.

Original

The original packaging comes with zippers. But it doesn't breathe, so it's not good storage for wet or recently-used jackets.

Jackets

U-shaped jackets hang in the red-room closet, where we store the Willamette River float trip supplies.

The Load

The load behind the train. On a coffee table. In the red room.

Ready

Same train. Ready to move.

Train

I found this little toy train in one of the storage closets at the Youth House.

Leaf

A dead leaf dropped from the plant in the downstairs bathroom. On formica.

Top

Wood-handled lid. Blue kettle. No tea.

Tea Kettle

Two tea kettles on the stove in the upstairs kitchenette at the church. I'm not sure that we ever use these. But they're there.

Sweet

Packets of sweeteners. From an angle. In a cupboard.

Stack

Small stack of saucers in the upstairs kitchenette at the church.