I didn’t have my nautical themed pashmina afghan with me, but I still spent yesterday on a boat. Specifically, on a vintage Duffy boat that lazily cruised its way through Newport Harbor as the afternoon turned into sunset.
Best bad boat names of the day: Wor-Ship, Seas The Day, Watt a Joule, and Su Sea Q.
Stay Beautiful or no one will love you …
It’s always wine o’clock!
Newport Harbor sunset.
Ruby aboard the Osprey 2000 headed from Kootenay Bay to Balfour.
Miss Quincy writes a new song, Shari picks her bass blisters, and Holly contemplates the view.
Beeeyoootiful Kootenay Lake.
Mistaking the Kootenay Lake Ferry for the Titanic, Shari and Miss Quincy belt out My Heart Will Go On from the bow.
Sometimes it happens that you find yourself ending the Halloweekend in Bellingham surrounded by man-kissing drunken sailors, a resurrected Jimi Hendrix, and a mass of Thriller dancing zombies and all you take a picture of is a generic boat.
Sleep ins, beach burritos, quadruple margaritas, sunset walks, movie nights … I had forgotten real live days off even existed.
This is what morning fog looks like on Slocan Lake (in Rosebery, BC).
It’s possible I’m permanently damaging my precious peepers by shooting directly into the setting sun, but it seems worth it after the fact when I discover surprises my baby blues were blinded to while taking the photos … like a person on the edge of the water soaking up the sunset beams.
Once again, photo of Kootenay Lake in Nelson, BC.