With the heaviest of hearts, I said a teary farewell to my best friend Luna last week. The grief is simply boundless, but so also is my gratitude to everyone who supported her with good wishes, goodwill and expert care. Last summer, we saved her leg, and her life.
Just a week ago Luna was out trotting along her favorite trail, drinking long and deep from a cold stream and having fun.
Salmon are spawning now in Northwest Washington and British Columbia. Found quite a few making their way up Chuckanut Creek south of Bellingham at sunset. The light was fading and the lens wasn't all that fast, but I managed to get a couple of decent shots.
A female lays her eggs (below) as the male fertilizes them with 'milt.'
Back in ancient times, when ice was colder, fire was hotter and drink was stronger (and cheaper) than it is now — yes, the 1970s — I played drums in a fusion jazz band in Los Angeles. Did some really fun gigs at celebrated clubs like The Troubadour and The Whiskey-A-Go-Go.
I was really tired. I didn't think I had either the energy to drag my aging buttocks out of bed or the photographic skill to get the shot I envisioned. My first attempt at shooting the 'Supermoon' was a complete disaster.
I was able to hold the camera fairly steady — no tripod here, babe — but left the shutter open too long and all I got was a bright white wafer dangling in the night sky.
I kayaked in the strong current of the deep fiord while Jennifer slept in, and I was startled when a killer whale surfaced only twenty yards away. “Don’t worry,” my guide assured, “these are resident orcas and they only eat fish.”
On October 9th, 2004, I set out from Snug Harbor aboard the Salish Sea Charter with several researchers from the Center For Whale Researchon San Juan Island. I had never seen a pod of killer whales in the open sea, but that soon changed.