We often walk along the beach under the railway tracks by the swing bridge in North Bend, and normally those cranes or dredges or whatever they are, are a bit of an eye-sore. But on this particular occasion, the dusky, misty evening, paired with the cormorants on the posts lent the normally ugly scene a mysterious, romantic quality.
Dusk in North Bend
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