In promotional photographs of the islands, the water is flat, resembling the surface of a lake. This illusion has caused problems for the uninitiated. Beneath that calm surface are the currents of an ever-changing river. How many Islanders have chuckled as they watched sailboats with sails filled slowly slipping backwards, tide trumping wind?
Creeping across the bow of what came to be known as “Bad Boat,” I discovered a thin sheet of ice had glazed the fiberglass while I was at a concert on Orcas. Not only was I was alone at the dock, on this November night; there was no one anywhere on the dark island that loomed up from the community dock. It was up to me.
the shop still under construction…’97
December 20, 2009, two days after the fire
The day before a family Christmas-birthdays-solstice party, my husband Jeffrey’s shop caught fire and burned to the ground, taking with it most of his dreams of projects he
Where is my island?
Almost as far west as you can go
and still be part of the lower 48.
Father north than Victoria BC
which is more west
While off to the east,
the mainland pokes up
a distant view,
a world away.
Once upon a time there was a princess who dwelt all alone on a green island floating in a flat blue sea. This was no ordinary princess nor was it an ordinary island. She was old, as princesses go, already having passed her 50th birthday. But she was a princess, nonetheless.
She slept under the stars on a thick cushion of moss. Well, between her and the moss was a foam pad and she slept snug in her princess-blue sleeping bag. That is what you do when you are a princess sleeping under the stars and have passed your 50th birthday.
Haven’t you stood on a river bank and wondered how you would paint rocks under water? It can be extremely complicated but is, in effect, exactly the opposite of The White Veil Effect and what you might want to try next. It is a question of planning and process.