the blue heron's cry
from before time was measured
stirs this morning still
Shelter In Place
We had an impromptu social distancing social last night in the common area, 6 ft. apart, scotch on the docks style. The light was extraordinary. Scotch hit the spot. Started with Alan and I cashing an old raincheck, and grew from there. While not an every night affair, as some suggested after two or three, we may do it again, staying smart and separated and outdoors of course. And keeping it under 8, not counting Johnny B.
Outdoor Painting on the Front Wall of Driver's Market
. . . but when we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.
John Muir
Full Moon Over Our Dandelion
photo by Dennis Bayer
Packing For The Trip
Once I figured out extra clothes were over rated, packing got a whole lot easier
Happy Hour at The Low Tide Cafe
photo by Dennis Bayer
Cloud Hands (with Mittens)
Doing tai chi on the roof deck this morning, I glimpsed frost on the roof of our neighbbor’s houseboat. About as close as we’ll get to snow on South Forty. Coulda used some mittens as I did cloud hands until the chi kicked in.
