a P.S. from Santa Cruz

Remembering back to the recent trip to Santa Cruz...I forgot to mention the sea lions that perch on the decks below the pier.

They seem to enjoy company and sun as much as the rest of us!

These sea creatures seem at peace here.  Their cousins in the Puget Sound have alienated fishing boasts by eating the same salmon that humans wants.  In the Northwest sea lions are being shot by angry frustrated fishermen.  The Salmon War has only one armed side.  You would not know that in Santa Cruz.

A Personal Conspiracy Theory

Excess work, Spring and Lethargy have conspired to keep me away from my Blog.  The Terrible Threes even managed to hatch a plot to keep me alienated from my camera ~ for many weeks.  The  score in the game of life: The Threes v WR:  5 weeks to 1 day.  But what a glorious day it was.  Reclaiming my free time started yesterday and the sun was out (always a good sign - if one is given to looking for signs).  The battle has been engaged and I'm feeling 'feisty'.

Puget Sound is exploding with color.  I've been lulled into observing the slow dance of Spring and Winter.  It has been a seductive tango: a late frost a warm day, warm rain and cold rain...enough to bring out bulbs and leafs.  Gardeners are slowly creeping out of hibernation.  Migrating birds home from warmer climes.

A vacation is looming on the horizon.  A trip to see Alaska and it's glaciers.  The anticipation of a mental escape is building.  Good to be back.

a boat....

a boat , a boat, my kingdom for a boat (forgive me Shakespeare) -

The Journey continues

"Does the road wind-up hill all the way?"

"Yes, to the very end."

"Will the day's journey take the whole long day?"

"From morn to night, my friend."

~Christina Rossetti

Up Hill 1861

The decision has been made. The letter written and agreement signed. Time to move again. In one month I will be near the Pugent Sound ~ the NorthWest.

The Central Valley has been an interesting journey. The dry landscape has made it feel like a long trip. Are we there yet? Almost. Almost. A long one and up hill for the lack of cool green places and familiar seasons. This blog will continue. Am not so sure what to do about Nomad. Perhaps I will just wait until the answer presents itself and demand that I recognize it - like the bastard child that claims to be an heir to the throne. It is enough for the time being to think about finding enough boxes, to figure out the expenses, to arrange for a place to live...a name change for the Nomad blog may just knock on the door ...or not.

One more month.