I took this photo on Maury Island, the tiny land blob adjacent to Vashon Island off the coast of Seattle. It’s a beautiful place—lush and green and fragrant—in all the ways that Las Vegas is not. Our first day there was perfectly sunny, and we spent it running past family farms that work on the honor system, kayaking just off shore and playing basketball in the backyard. But on our second day, the weather turned dark and just a bit ominous, and I snapped this photo of sun-bleached driftwood against the violent sky. It seemed to have just the right mix of dark and light.