Just back from a little time away to write and vagabond around Orcas Island. Lovely autumn days, crisp to start, warming from there. Fog on the hills that rolled away. Time alone to wander around and think. Slept on a boat every night, saw an art show, a dance performance, mystic hills, and the whole of Puget Sound. Thought about how small the world really is. Got a new song (I hope) and read a book about Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros when I was by myself in the quiet evenings. Sortive a summer holiday in October. Now it's pouring down with rain on Whidbey Island and I'm listening to Miles Davis. Portland tomorrow. Lets rock again.

Autumn sun from deep in the woods and up in the hills.

The view looking south from the top of Mt. Constitution.