The Clark Farm
Bob Clark was born and raised here in a time when most of the farms around that part of the valley still belonged to pioneer families like his. He has a biography and pedigree that involves a who’s who around here and it goes way, way back. Interesting to talk to and I don’t see Bob as often as I’d like, but he is one of the good guys. His wife Glenda was someone I considered an early patron. She encouraged me to print photos and enter contests. Thanks to her my prints were seen all over the Northwest and won some ribbons that I am really proud of. Glenda passed away and she is missed. She was my neighbor Sue’s best friend so her name comes up from time to time with a big smile, a laugh, and a pinch of sadness.
Time has chipped away at the farms and most have been cut up by development. This area has a fairly high demand because you can buy homesites that have twin views of the Strait of Juan de Fuca and the Olympic Mountains, Even Bob has sold off a few parcels. It’s been tough watching the old guard pass but it’s been a pleasure to have met them.
It’s interesting living in a place long enough to know the children of the pioneers and where most of the roads are named after them. A place you can walk through the cemetery and you know these people. Not just by the stories you hear, but the faces you know and those you miss.


Out in my old neighborhood of Dungeness