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And the vagabond wind, whispers over the bay and the songs and the laughter, are carried away in the sky Anywhere there is blue on the map you can find them. Seaplanes don't need runways.Taking off and landing in water has a romantic fascination because float planes  can go places that you can't get to otherwise.  De Plane, De Plane

And I Say It's Alright 5 days a year there is pure sunshine, the rest are liquid.  The Ketchikan-Misty Fiords Ranger District encompasses over 3.2 million acres of temperate rainforest, mountain peaks, glaciers, alpine tundra, muskegs, lakes, rivers, and streams. Time to take a hike and listen to The Beatles... The first tune I learned  to play on guitar was “Horse With No Name”, the second, "Here Comes The Sun” . It’s light and simple and my favorite George Harrison song. The song is in A chromatic-minor with an A tonic major chord.[2] The refrain uses a IV (D chord) to V (E chord) progression (the reverse of that used in "Eight Days a Week" ). The melody in the verse and refrain basically follows the pentatonic scale from E up to C♯ (scale steps 5, 6, 1, 2, 3.Now where is my guitar..oh yea--- Gently weeping. YESterday was cold and rainy But Here Comes The Well -Deserved Sun

If people concentrated on the really important things they'd be a shortage of fishing poles.  Carpet Diem means fish of the day around here. Pinks and Silver-Ko ho salmon. Fishing is actually boring, unless you catch an actual fish, and then it is disgusting I Hear Invoices   I am thinking of that movie with Brando " I coulda been a contender." the central theme of the coulda, shouda, woulda crowd. At sea, however,  we have no CNN effect  nor 57 channels  to tell us our dancing, singing and comedy  is not good enough as American Idol-click- or DWTS-click, TMZ-click or Reality TV. The Way In Is The Way Out It's all self referential which ends up being the way out of the Contender Syndrome and  America’s culture of envy, and wanting be, do, and have more. The disease of more is  really an indictment of our  own judgments that we haven’t accomplished enough. Reaching our potential comes from a discrepancy ...

If people concentrated on the really important things they'd be a shortage of fishing poles.  Carpet Diem means fish of the day around here. Pinks and Silver-Ko ho salmon. Fishing is actually boring, unless you catch an actual fish, and then it is disgusting I Hear Invoices   I am thinking of that movie with Brando " I coulda been a contender." the central theme of the coulda, shouda, woulda crowd. At sea, however,  we have no CNN effect  nor 57 channels  to tell us our dancing, singing and comedy  is not good enough as American Idol-click- or DWTS-click, TMZ-click or Reality TV. The Way In Is The Way Out It's all self referential which ends up being the way out of the Contender Syndrome and  America’s culture of envy, and wanting be, do, and have more. The disease of more is  really an indictment of our  own judgments that we haven’t accomplished enough. Reaching our potential ...

Ketchikan Field Notes · The Urge to Merge Alaska Salmon Hundreds of miles upstream, against the current, with a single purpose: sex, certainly—but also life. See Full Image Show Text Ordinary World The Call Answer the Call Foreign Land Trials The Elixir Why do they do it? The urge to merge. The Call Against the Current The Pacific Northwest Salmon Hell-bent on travelling hundreds of miles upstream against the current. A River Runs Through It Eventually, all things merge into one. Any fish can achieve failure ...

Doing some eco-tourism in Washington State and meeting people that work for Boeing, Microsoft, Amazon ,those bio tech firms and of course Starbucks.But I would have really liked to talk story with Chief Seattle.Here is his take on real estate. It is not just location, location, location:"Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people." "Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. This we know: the earth does not belong to us but man to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself"

Alaska Field Notes · Foreign Land Where Wilderness Is Therapy Glacier Bay, Juneau and Ketchikan: blue ice, rain country, living mirrors, and the wilderness that reduces the ego to its proper size. See Full Image Show Text Ordinary World The Call Answer the Call Foreign Land Trials The Elixir Alaska makes me want to wrap myself in tinfoil and walk on the moon. The Call Marjorie Glacier: Living Geology Glacier Bay National Park Marjorie Glacier is one of the most photogenic glaciers in Glacier Bay. I had the good fortune to be there. None of these landscapes are ugly because they are natural and wild. I learn geography by travelling...

Alaska Field Notes · The Elixir Have a nICE Day Alaska, Norway, and the recurring realization that Mother Nature and Father Time are far stranger than the maps suggest. See Full Image Show Text Ordinary World The Call Answer the Call Foreign Land Trials The Elixir “The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.” Same Ship, Different Day Alaska Meets Norway The geography changes. The epiphany keeps returning. Same Ship, Different Day I had a similar epiphany in the Norwegian Geirangerfjord: Mother Nature and Father Time Are Effing Special . Before Norway, Earth Goddess was just a...

Alaska · The Big Alone · The Blue Frontier Finding Alaska Is Easy. My Eyes Mint Gold. The scenery paints itself. I am only the middleman. You cannot manufacture experiences like this—you undergo them. See Full Image Show Text The Call All Ashore Ship/Shift Fire in the Belly The Power of New The Blue Frontier The Elixir Alaska was not scenery added to a life. It was scale added to consciousness. The glaciers, silence, and long northern light made the self appropriately small—and therefore finally visible. Ordinary World / The Call You Can Mine for Gold—or Sell Pickaxes 01 The Scenery Paints Itself My universe is made of stories, not atoms: land, air, sea, and the power of now. To become a multinational soul, I needed more than cities. I needed to be consecrated by oceans and silence. 02 Planet Pickaxe Being born in America can feel like being kidnapped and sold into entrepreneurship. Alaska exposed the bargain: acquire more, move faster, explain yourself constantly—or step outside ...