The Old Man and the Coelacanth

Seattle is dangerous.

Okay, that is totally unfair BUT that is totally a Coelacanth attacking Seattle water-traffic.  For those of you playing at home, it is Koch's 1891 bird's eye of 'Seattle and Environs' (crickets??? seriously, historic print collecting is a pulse-pounding hobby).  The plastic Coelacanth is preparing to nom on the forerunner to the ferry pier.

Anyway, I am on a new crocheting venture involving said fish.  This one is to be donated for a fundraising auction.  I am thinking his (?) name shall be Hemingway and he (a 'she' Hemingway seems like a crime against nature and daiquiris)  will be locked in battle with a crab, aptly named 'Old Man.'  I am sure my high-school lit teacher is right chuffed.  Shout out to Mr. Dryer.

Now, refunds with receipts only...

Apologetics for Retreat

I am banking on the title justifying/gilding the following ramblings
(and the squid adds a certain, something extra):

Well, it has been a healthy pause in posting.  I have been thinking that it was a retreat, but as I contemplate the olive in the bottom of my beverage, I am confident that the return to writing is the true double-back, regroup, and rally.  My hope is not to recover lost ground but to move along a different path.  I believe that this withdrawal *ahem* break has allowed for a more directional perspective.  Mainly, I am pretty smitten with the Pacific Northwest.  Before, I was making work while living here; now, location is a perspective and starting point in any project--- the jump from environment to habitat, if that makes any sense.

So, different things coming and that is as much of an explanation as I can articulate with any degree of sober conviction.  If the aforementioned didn't pass muster for Apologetics, then you can take it up with my olive.