Winter has come to San Juan Island.

The cold wind blows the mist upon the driftwood laden beach. It whips the tall grass and blows the sand from the dunes rearranging the landscape. The wild rabbits and foxes huddle in their dens to keep warm. The soaring Bald Eagles are tossed about the sky as they scan the empty field for a quick meal. The days are short and night will fall soon.