Falling for Fall

Spring is the season of hope. You wake up and it might be rainy. Better, it could be a day with blazing sunshine. It could rain, hail, or snow. Or all three in the course of an hour. It could be windy and bitter cold, but not for long. The one sure thing about spring in the northwest is that it will be variable. Each day brings the promise that the next one will be a little longer and the weather will be a little better than the last. 

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Scarry Drawings

Although many Americans have fond childhood memories of the comical drawings in the Busytown books, I don’t think I saw a Richard Scarry illustration until fifteen years ago when my kids were old enough to appreciate them. At first I just thought the drawings were funny, but the more I read the books, the more I was convinced that Scarry was a highly creative artist.

Dean’s Garage

“I can’t let you leave here with those handlebars,” said Dean sternly.

I looked at my mechanic in surprise. Those handlebars were intended for my new bike, and I’d chosen them carefully. I thought they’d be extremely comfortable, and they looked stylish to boot. “Why?” I asked a bit defensively.

“They just don’t look right on you,” he growled. 

Island Art

I went to Canada’s Gulf Islands National Park Reserve in June to explore the edge. I didn’t make any big crossings. I didn’t push my limits. I just crept along the fringe of the land and sea. 

Varnishing and Life

Although I usually avoid sailing much during the summer, it’s starting to bother me that Row Bird has been out of the water for several weeks. Everything has a cost. If you want something in life, you have to pay for it.

Self(ish) Portraits

That camera remote control must be around here someplace… and don’t believe that my boat has a new shape- that’s just a weird camera lens. (off N. Pender Island)

This blog is all about me. There, I said it. They’re all my stories, sometimes about my friends. I tell the tales and I write what I want to.

But when it comes to photos, they’re mostly ones I take of others. Hardly anyone ever snaps one of me. So on a recent solo trip to Canada’s Gulf Islands, I decided to make a point of taking some photos of myself: fun, selfish, or selfie?