Blue Friday

Friday - 1

Fifteen sailboats, one motor yacht, one trawler. Those were the only boats I saw on the Columbia, today, the day after Thanksgiving. Force 3 wind. One dumb guy (me) with just oars. No lines. No shopping. Fantastic.


Sea Reads: The Summer Book

island - 1 (1)

Tove Jansson spent dozens of summers in the Pellinge Archipelago of Finland. Her cottage had windows facing the four cardinal directions, “so we can see what may come sailing along and have time to get used to it.”

She distilled the essence of those summers into a series of dream-like vignettes in The Summer Book, which was published in 1972. Much like a good cruise in a small boat, nothing really happens, yet the tales, which focus on the fictional, six-year old Sophia and her grandmother (who is never given a proper name), drew me in.  Continue reading “Sea Reads: The Summer Book”

Scarry Drawings

scarry-boat-sink.jpgAlthough 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.

Continue reading “Scarry Drawings”

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?  Continue reading “Self(ish) Portraits”