Gray Sunset

Decaying wooden posts
climb from the water,
beseech the unreachable sky,
strive to escape their reflections--
ghosts of what they once were.

I can't do this maneuver...

...or if I did, I'm pretty sure I'd break something. Besides, I don't think it's recommended to try this if your bicycle is an ancient cruiser pulling a kiddie trailer. No matter. I'm still a fan of Fairhaven Bike & Ski, which is decorated with many of these metal cutouts, inspiring you to get out there and do something fun. Just don't break anything.

Sunset at Marine Park

A variety of people came to Marine Park to enjoy the early spring weather and watch the sun go down.

Sponge

It's green.
It's a sponge.

I wanted to post this photo of a sponge, but I wasn't sure what I could say about it. After some reflection I realized that perhaps there was nothing more to say:

It's green.
It's a sponge.

The Bay

What better way to spend an evening than paddling off into the sunset?
Just be sure you don't keep paddling till the sun sets!

Skywatch Friday: Pirate Princess

The pirate princess
perches on her stone,
a rocky, precarious throne.
Her eyes survey all that's her own:
sun... sky... sea... shore...
She is four.
When you're four
everything is yours.

Click here for more skies.

Buzz

This big-city bee
busy with his brothers
hustling and bustling
jostling like taxis
on pink parade streets

The Garden Spot

Ramping up for spring, The Garden Spot overflows with plants and all the cute little objets d'art you might want for your garden.

Art Impromptu

A young man made an artful rock tower while we picnicked at Little Squalicum Beach the other day. He continued on, making towers down the shore. This one was my favorite.

So a String Walks into a Bar...

...and orders a drink. The bartender says "I'm sorry, we don't serve strings here." So the string walks out again. The next day he tries again, but the bartender says "I told you, we don't serve strings here." The third day, the string has an idea-- he tangles himself up and ruffles up his ends, goes back to the bar, and orders a drink. The bartender examines him suspiciously. "Are you a string?" He asks. "No," the string replied. "I'm a frayed knot."

Now you've heard your bad joke for the day.