fall fleur.

bit of shadow.

out of your gourd.

it's the great pumpkin, charlie brown.

domo arigoto mr. roboto.

atlantic avenue
cobble hill
brooklyn

block party.

the street was closed off and the kids were playing in the street. it was almost too cliche to be true, but that's not always such a bad thing.

diurnal.

morning hope.

bit of rays.

staring at the sea.

bit of peace.

the end of a very special day and
the beginning of a memorable night
at gig harbor.

view from the top.

a view of the roche harbor marina from atop the third-floor balcony of "the point."

fatties.

the fattest mussels ever eaten.
madrona bar, roche harbor, san juan island, washington, united states of america

anacortes to friday harbor.

a view from the ferry to the san juan islands.

1st ave s & lander.

people just can't get enough of the stuff.

wish i had thought of that.

the last time i was in the west village (june), i saw this truck. now, if you know me, you know i love a good salad. you also know i love a good tagline.



the thing is, sadly, i'm quickly realizing that people of a certain generation (younger) don't know or use the word fresh the way our parents used to: "don't be fresh!" etc.

and i kind of miss it.

back and fore.

not sure which i prefer.

it came to him in a dream.

what is that? you may ask...

well, it happens to be a grilled bacon-wrapped crab cake.
this dish doesn't have a name yet. but it did move some beloved carnivores to tears.

happy birthday to its creator!
here's to years and years of enjoying bacon.

reading rainbow.

gloaming.