Back in Barkley Sound
Happy to be back in Barkley Sound, where the sea is snow melt aquamarine.
Cool, foggy mornings; sea calm
Brisk, sunny afternoons. Paddle into the wind.
The Captain beaches his kayak on a sandy islet, and claims the territory in the name of Stevie Ray Vaughn
(listen again to "Little Wing")
The mate lags behind, staring at the kelp, yellow ochre and raw sienna, elegant shapes.
Freshly caught crab...cakes and the Modern Jazz Quartet
Sunsets throws its arms around distant mountains and Altocumulus clouds,
bringing them into our anchorage as warmly welcomed friends.
Cool, foggy mornings; sea calm
Brisk, sunny afternoons. Paddle into the wind.
The Captain beaches his kayak on a sandy islet, and claims the territory in the name of Stevie Ray Vaughn
(listen again to "Little Wing")
The mate lags behind, staring at the kelp, yellow ochre and raw sienna, elegant shapes.
Freshly caught crab...cakes and the Modern Jazz Quartet
Sunsets throws its arms around distant mountains and Altocumulus clouds,
bringing them into our anchorage as warmly welcomed friends.
1 Comments:
Beautiful! Can't wait to catch up with you there in a little less than two weeks!
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