Kayaking Hood Canal

Seabeck boat launch to wherever: Hoods Point maybe. Some assertively private beach which we trespassed on for lunch (how can you sell the sky).
Early autumn already turning leaves and thick morning fog which burned to luminosity later. A day of adventures, injuries and beauty, always the beauty of the water. Monster starfishes and monstrous oysters which razored toes, bloodied my kayak.
Started with calm water and wraparound fog, moved to wild waves and wind and a capsize adventure for my paddle buddy Ah well, at least I had opportunity to play the rescue role.Colours in the fjord which is Hood Canal were typical glacial silt aquamarine in places . When eventually revealed by fading fog, the Olympic mountain range provided beauty enough to salve the wounds of the day. Somewhat. Some injuries take a while to heal.

Herb garden hula

O say can you see/by dawn's early light......Sometimes I get the feeling that I am moving much faster than everything around me. Turning and turning in the widening gyre/the falcon cannot hear the falconer....

Can You walk on water?

Spanish boots of Spanish leather: a dance for Ganesha, Remover of Obstacles

Boots of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?

No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.

Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.

Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.

I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.