Port Angeles Fine Art Center

 

A Metallic Albatross floating over the trail up to the art center

Went exploring with a couple of friends of mine. Patty heard there was a bird art display at the Port Angeles Fine Arts Center. I've known the center existed but it was just off my radar. 

So artsy, if you ride your bike in,
you can chain it to a giant crab

I honestly didn't get enough photos. There was art in metal, wood and whatnot, that you pass as you walk up the gentle incline to the main building. 

water flowing over giant metal leaves
just outside the Center entrance

Large paintings of birds - all that can be found in Washington, at least once in a bit - lined the main exhibit area.

The paintings were so detailed you could see the little feathers around the eyes of some birds. Being a nutcase birder, I strolled through, identifying bird after feathery bird, wishing I had that kind of exacting painting talent.

The paintings held enough beauty that one needn't be a birder to enjoy them. 

There were other works by local artists, and a favorite of mine (no shite!) were of this pair of Yellow-billed Magpies. I miss those magpies so much! Haven't - of course - seen any since leaving California, which is the only place on earth they are found. 

Yellow-billed Beauties

Bickering American Kestrels 

When we had sucked in all the beauty we could, we briefly visited the small gift shop. There were watercolor sets by the company I recently bought my field supplies from. Had to scold and threaten myself least I buy more watercolors because I already have enough now to paint for the rest of my life. 

Polyphemus Moth

We left the hall and just outside was a future Nature Journal page waiting to happen. The poor thing didn't move one iota. The photo below exists because I used a bit of leaf stem to gently spread its wings. I last saw a Polyphemus Moth a jillion years ago on the boardwalk at the Crescent City Motel in California. This one is a bit different so I guess there are different species of Polyphemus. 

Mother Nature went into overtime to complete this beauty

Below is a short vid of some of the garden art, that to me seem a bit AUP/UFO whimsey.

Strange Townhall

I live in the PNW, Washington State. One of the things the state is known for is cryptids, like Sasquatch. I'm always a bit surprised when folks tell me they think Sasquatch is a creature of imaginary folklore, such as fairies and non-internet trolls. Everyone can believe if they wish, and I admit, ignorance is bliss.

So when squandering time on YouTube I ran across an advertisement for Strange Town Hall, a 'lets talk about all things scary' meet up - soon to be held in Port Angeles, barely 20 mins from my house. . So I was counting the days up to the event! 

I was kindly greeted at the door by the host Tobe. I touched and wondered about the casts of Sasquatch tracks were at the entrance. Just below on the left you can see a Sasquatch foot print cast. To the left is a branch twisted into a circle. It is the believed to be the handiwork of a Sasquatch. On the right I have my hand on a Sasquatch handprint. 

My paw on a Sasquatch hand

The bottom footprint is an original cast

Show and Tell Table
 

This on the left, is a bit of fun artwork (CUTE!) at the doorway, crafted by one of the event hosts. The blue skinned being is an Icelandic Elf. I bragged a bit, telling the artist I've seen the colorful little elf houses many Icelandic folk have in their gardens for the elves.

The hosts of the event started off the presentations, followed by several other presenters that all had intriguing stories to share. It was fun actually meeting several folk I've watched on YouTube for years. 

So! The Strange Town Hall had a group called A Flash of Beauty on hand with camera equipment for filming all those present whom following the meeting, had experiences to share. Sadly, or more likely luckily, I have no Sasquatch experience to share. Those with experiences were invited to be filmed after the Town Hall. 

I feel the need to preface the following video, in 2 parts.

First, I believe most people do not believe in the paranormal, UFOs/UAPs, Sasquatch and other things 'off the norm'. When people have an experience with any of the above, it is so far from what they were taught to believe, that it opens their minds to 'uh.. what if I haven't been told everything?' In my case it was seeing a UFO in broad daylight, in the Bronx, when I was about 11 or 12 years old. Also in addition to the UFO, my previous home of 23 years was 'somewhat haunted'. Once you've had a paranormal experience & you come to grips with the fact that it really happened, your mind opens up quite a bit. 

Pictograph of Hopi Ant People

Secondly, think on this. I grew up most of my life reading, and being told through the media, text books, even National Geographic specials on TV, that the Indigenous peoples around the world are wrong.
That. Indigenous lore has long been excused as nothing more than mythological tales at best, or ignorance at worst. The Hopi and the Navajo of the southwest spoke of the 'Ant People' that came down from the sky, saved the Hopi people, after which the ant people retreated to live underground. The Dogon tribe of Africa had advanced astronomical knowledge including presence of stars you can not see with the naked eye, and they knew the star location before modern European scientists did - where did that knowledge come from? lastly, on almost every continent on earth, indigenous tell of 'hairy men', that go by names: Sasquatch, Skunk Ape (North America), Yeti (Nepal), Amas (Russia), Orang Pendek (Indonesia). For ages, Indigenous people around the world, shared their knowledge only to have it thrown back in their faces, ignored because: Modern science. 

What I'm getting at is that there is a world wide game going on where Indigenous people, as well as ordinary people myself, don't know what they're talking about. Saw a UFO in Viet Nam in the 60s? No, you saw swamp gas or weird light reflections. Saw a 12 ft tall, man/ape covered in shaggy 'hair' in Minnesota? Naw, you saw a bear on its hind legs, and hey, you been drinking or smoking the funny weed, right? The first time I actually believed there are Sasquatch was... let me explain. I used to watch that gawd awful TV series Finding Bigfoot. Those guys would hold town meetings all over the States. They'd ask people who saw Bigfoot to raise their hands. There'd be maybe 20 to 50 folk in the room and about 25 to 40% of the hands would shoot upward. I'm sorry, but no way in hell all of those raised hands were attached to folk who all saw 'bears on their hind legs'. If even a mere 1% of those folk's stories could not be explained away, there MUST be something out there. 

So here's the YouTube shot by A Flash of Beauty (one of my favorite YouTube Channels) featuring the folk at Strange Townhall telling their strange - very strange - tales. Lol, at the start of the vid, there is a brief view inside the meeting house during a presentation, a bald pated gentlemen & his long-haired lady sit in the 2nd row, with me in the first row, as difficult to view as a Sasquatch. 

Nest Box Wars

Violet-greens checking out the new housing

 Huzzah! The third time (year) is the charm - the Violet-green Swallows are nesting in the nesting box just outside my bedroom doors. Previously they nested at least 5 years in a row in a ventilator opening 15 feet over my bedroom balcony. not a great place for them to nest, not a great place for me as I couldn't use the room ventilation system. Someone did volunteer to somehow climb up there to seal it shut, but I vetoed the idea - don't want anyone to fall to their death on my watch. 

One of 'my' Violet-green Swallows

Last year, after the swallows moved into the vent. building their feathery nest, the new comer EFFING House Sparrows evicted my swallows from the vent! I was angrier than a wet hen, but I couldn't climb up 15 ft to evict the damn House Sparrows from the not-a-legit-nesting hole. 

So in 2024 I had a nest box installed on my bedroom balcony. It was ignored by all things feathered until this year. I was delighted to see a lovely pair of Violet-greens - seen above perched on the left side of the railing, and its mate is peeking out of the bird box. Every day I see them I am stunned they are finally using the box. And more exciting, the House Sparrows have not hijacked the box. HALLEJULAH! 

Meanwhile, one of my 2 orchard bird boxes has been taken for a 2nd year by a happy pair of Northern House Wrens. Last year I heard them, and was all 'who is that singing?' and was flabbergasted to see cute pair of House Wrens making themselves at home. I felt guilty as I hadn't emptied the nesting material from the previous year's nesting by chickadees.

The House Wrens love to sit on their house
and proclaim ownership of their box

The box is so weathered it looks 
like it's decades old, only 4 years old

But when I went to the box and opened it - the old nesting material was not there. Turns out the House Wrens, somehow, managed to empty the box all by themselves. The nest material was on the ground where the Wrens dumped it. Smart little tweeties they are. So this year they are back, singing and raising their family. Joy! 

[Update: AAARRRGGGHHHH! So there is no longer much joy in Mudville. The Violet-green Swallows on my balcony got 'evicted', that is, they were bullied out of their nest box by EFFING House Sparrows. House Sparrows are not native to North America. They are known for being quite aggressive when competing for nesting sites. They will... if you are sensitive to violence, read no further.

House Sparrows will enter a nest box in use, and if there is a bird sitting on a nest, the House Sparrow will peck the bird on the head until it is dead. Then the House Sparrows will build THEIR nest on top of the dead bird. I am relieved to say, the Violet-greens just abandoned THEIR box, under pressure from the sparrows. I checked the box and there was only the House Sparrow nest in it, and I evicted the House Sparrows. EFFING HOUSE SPARROWS!

On the bright side, the very self defending Northern House Wrens for a second year in a row, successfully reared a brood of baby wrens in THEIR nest box. I hope to see these cheeky little native species again next year.]