An earthquake here on Saturday afternoon. Magnitude 5, 20 miles north. i was out in the harbour oboard La Buscadora at the time, and felt it just fine. Rumblerumbleripple. Watch the water dance, for just a second.
Crickets and treefrogs all around, every night, everywhere. The sound of them a coarse and gritty hissing from every bush, tree, and margin. Roadways lined in sandpaperysounds.
Sailing on Sunday. Seafoam bubbles popping, spitting saltwater mist into sunfilled air. A different kind of hissing, that, but still the same. Hand on tiller. Wake at my elbow. Salt on my skin.
Such was my weekend.
Now back to work.

Waiting at the finish line aboard Kuralu on day two of the WEYC Gustav Wilmerding Memorial Regatta.

Certianly deserted and tropical Pelican Island.

Winter on Norman Island.