In the studio

Visited the island studio of Bruce Meyer, who is creating a series of stone and steel sculptures for our neighborhood. And again I find that art is where one finds it...

Cryogenic

Sunrise

Milk

Shrinkwrapped

Scree

Retort

The evidence

Sepia Saturday: Hey Sailor

Diving once again into my box of paternal snapshots, with this week's Sepia Saturday prompt in mind...which encompasses sailor suits, among other things. My father might have worn this when playing with his younger sister Margaret and Airedale Mike, "The Sea-Dog," while perched in the "poop-deck" of an elm branch.

I' can't quite make out what the kids are holding...is it paper hearts for Valentine's Day?

Here he's forsaken the "dress whites" for the "swabbie" look.

Before his nautical career my father apparently aimed at being the engineer of a steam train.

Or a young Babe Ruth.

However, he ended up as an English professsor, and whatever his outfit was, you usually couldn't see it.

Everett Walkabout

An impromptu afternoon exploring the byways of Everett, Washington.

Behind the parking lot

Back alley squares

Wormhole

Cameras in use

Alley diptych

The Equator

Mission District Walk

An afternoon in San Francisco...

Quarry

Wrap

End of the Petroleum Age

Look Both Ways

Blue stucco

Triple door

Oakland Walk

Spirit

Green

Wall

Exotique

Deliverance

Houses

Vacancy

We sales repairs

BBQ red

Grid

Squeegee

Interstice