When people say they love to walk on the beach, I take their comment literally. Walking on the beach is just walking for them. Walking on the beach is slow and immersive for me, but perhaps walking is the wrong term. Continue reading “Walk Like This”
No sail and oar trip is complete without some long slog under oar and catching at least a few crabs. Continue reading “Catching a Crab”
Describing bioluminescence with words is like holding water in your hands — insufficient. Descriptions abound: the glowing trails streaming behind a boat, the “fairy dust” surrounding a midnight swimmer. These aren’t bad analogies, but they’re all a form of shorthand, the inevitable result of attempting to capture such a magical experience in writing. It’s what happens when someone mentions a beautiful sunrise; it’s assumed that the listener already understands what the experience is all about. Read the rest across the jump at ThreeSheetsNW.
If you’re going to send a wooden whale on a migration, you need a vessel to send it in; so I designed a box. A few weeks later, Andy stepped up and said he wanted to help make it. Andy’s pretty handy with wood, and easily creates things with basic tools that I never could, so I thanked him for his offer. It would be fun to build the box with someone else. Continue reading “Tearing it Apart”
I wish I could tell you that the upcoming movie about a whale that destroys a ship was going to be great. And maybe it will be, as long as you haven’t read the book.
Continue reading “Sea Reads: In the Heart of the Sea”
It all started when I acquired a huge piece of a Douglas fir beam at a construction site. Covered in mud and heavy enough that I could only carry it a modest distance, I knew that I had to have it. What I would do with it was another question altogether. Continue reading “So Long”