Saying Goodbye to Protection Island

20130816-DSCN1951 "At night I pedaled my rusty borrowed bicycle back to my sleeping bag. Rushing to beat the wind that swept the light from the sky. Hurrying past the tool shed that I hoped was empty of life. And in the morning I woke to the feeling of soft open air and the sporadic sting of grass seeds in my socks." --- from my journal shortly after departing the island

It's difficult to think of a proper send off for my time on Protection Island. I thought perhaps I would write a long post and try to capture every single memory that I made there. But it seems that photographs are really the only way for me to show you the beauty and pleasant isolation I came to know as a castaway.

I chose sunsets because they were spectacular firework displays every night. They were a reward for 20-hour work days and a show that only I had seats to. Please enjoy this gallery of Washington sunsets and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!

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