Video: Diving the Babata Sinkhole, Solomon Islands

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Dear Critters,

To celebrate the new year, our anniversary and my Dive 300 together, Spunky Abe and I went to the Solomon Islands (east of Papua New Guinea and northwest of Vanuatu, where we first learned to dive) for a full week of underwater adventures. This vacation began with a fair dose of drama as the remote island we were travelling to was hammered by the start of a cyclone. We found ourselves trapped overnight in Honiara due to cancelled flights and spent our anniversary bunkered down against torrential rains in some random Japanese restaurant where even the staff could not make sense of the menu (thankfully, the food was pretty delicious!) We found ourselves seriously considering whether it would be courageous or foolish to try to move forward once another flight became available, and whether we should try to board the next flight home to move in the opposite…

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Weekly Painting Week 62- Adobe Illustrator as an assist Outer Banks Beach Painting

I don’t rely heavily on Illustrator or Photoshop, but you can use digital programs to try on some different color before changing your original. Here is the original version of the painting along with one boosted with the saturation effect. Which one is better? I like a lot of high saturation of color, but the softer effect is nice too. Outer Banks Beach Painting, 16 x 20″ Acrylic on Canvas.


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Weekly painting Week 61- Love and Loss a Seascape with the Morning Star

Morning Star and the Sea

Morning Star- Oil on Canvas 10 x 20″

Sometimes the loss is is the love. Look in the top left, you will see the Morning Star. There you are. (click on the image for a bigger view)

With that, I give you the words of Tolkien, in a beautiful poem:

Day is ended, dim my eyes, 

but journey long before me lies.

Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship’s beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I’ll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!