notes from the kelp

…click to listen:

…about the music

I think he’s blushing.

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“Ralph! Get back here. It’s getting dark and it’s time to start dinner.”

“Ralph? I said, get back here. I’m getting hungry.”

“Ralph!! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!! I’m STARVING!!”

“Hey Alice, baby, relax! Norton and I are just watching the fight. Good game! Steller Sea Lion: 3, Cephalopod: zilch. I’ll pick up something for dinner on the way home.”

“Mmmmmm.”

“Yummmmm!”

“Okay, see ya, Norton. I guess I shouldn’t keep Alice waiting. Time to go shopping– I better bring something back…”

“Uh… Uh-oh. What’s that above me?”

“Hey! He stole my dinner! That ball was in play! No fair! Call the Ref! Foul!”

“Leftover octopus, AGAIN? Gee Ralph, I thought we were having Dungeness tonight.”

“Look at those silly eagles. Alice always forgets that ever since they started doing the Atkins thing, they’re on a low-crab diet.”

…click to listen:

…about the music

Somewhere, under the rainbow bow.

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Island life.
The myriad ways to be the go…
…and to be on the come back!

(and the come back is the best part).

The plane, from the ferry. When transport worlds [don't] collide.

If I’m not in a rush.

The ferry, from the plane, both of us coming into Friday Harbor. And did you notice? That’s Mt. Baker, an active glacial volcano, in the background. I may be on the move a lot, but I sure hope all of that mountain stays right where it is.