The aren't the fading into the distance plains, or the misty mountains and foothills. They're lines drawing stark between ocean and sky, broken here and there by distant reefs and the silhouettes of the rest of the archipelago.
Then there are the hazy days, when everything fades into the bright distance.
It was one of those days when we visited Whidbey back in June, where the still waters of the Puget Sound lapped on the warm rocks of the beaches, and sea birds skimmed the languid waves. And of course, somewhere, out there, was Canada.
Whidbey Island, Washington