At sea, en route to Kodiak.
September 9, 2022
I just finished a page and a half of delightful prose and musings then hit delete instead of copy. So you’re going to get short snippets and pictures instead. The really good pictures are Myrta’s.
Sunrise at sea
The fireweed plant is the last flower of summer. When it fades, winter is nigh.
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