Hot August Morning

How is it that the heron seems to know exactly where he should stand to make the best possible photo?

Heron in Denial

Hmm. What if we just named the lagoon Denial? Then we could all be living ON Denial instead of IN Denial...

The beauties of funkiness

The chair of the planning commission is not the only person on Bainbridge who doesn't understand why we choose to live on the Sandspit. I distinctly remember meeting someone at a theater gathering once who, upon hearing I lived on the Sandspit, replied, "Why would anyone choose to live THERE? It's so FUNKY."

I confess that my first response upon hearing that was to pity the man. How sad, to look at sights like this one -- the sandspit yacht club on a beautiful summer's day -- and see, not the charm and the color, but the garbage can, the disrepair of the dock, and the questionable nature of Clem's boat's name. How sad to prefer an architect-designed craftsman-style boathouse to the brilliant turquoise of this corrugated wonder.

But then, I guess that's one reason I love living here so much: I LIKE funky!