Image Journal Week #9
Of course the most important event of the week (my art life?) was the show.
Me striving for proper documentation–how is that you can take a bazillion pictures and still not get what you want/need?
A celebratory cocktail after the event.
The next day we did a tour of the Homer Spit before heading home.
Pan ice on the mud flats.
The Salty Dawg Saloon has been a legendary drinking establishment since 1957. The original structure was built in 1897. It was a post office, a railroad station, a grocery store, a coal mining office, and a school house before becoming a favorite watering hole for locals, tourists, and fishermen.
Navigational buoys. I think these are amazing to look at. I’d like to make a quilt based on them.
Where Walt’s paychecks come from.
A happy fishing boat graveyard.
So many eagles.
Headed back to Anchorage.
A road between a rock and a ocean with a tiny guard rail of protection.
It’s always good to end the week with a little bit of humor.
And a very cool magnet from a dear friend. I couldn’t agree more with its proclamation.
Thank you folks for your kind words about my show. Your support keeps me going.