In Vancouver we found a delightful store called Dressew that carried costume supplies and an immense stock of fabrics. DH looks only a bit nervous. I could have gone quite, quite mad with creativity, but would have had to carry all my booty on my back for about a mile. I didn't buy a thing, but I made lots of notes.
Manhole covers in Vancouver have more than common artistry. Transforming tadpoles.
Hawaiian gecko awaiting a passing insect.
One of the stewards on board has an artistic bent. After carefully smoothing the carpet nap in one direction with the vacuum, he used his finger to draw and caption a message to the folks on his floor. "How was your dinner?"
Cashmere and bamboo scarf knitted on the train and during lifeboat drill.
Baby surprise jacket knitted on the cruise to and through Hawaii.
And yet another baby surprise jacket knitted on the train ride back, and in the ensuing week. There's a bamboo scarf almost finished, too.
From the bird walk: This is a big dead tree that has been worked over by woodpeckers. But, this particular apartment has been sublet by a tree frog. I wouldn't have seen him if he hadn't flicked a foot as I walked by. I'm delighted to have been able to get such a good photo with my cell phone!
A small turtle basking very close to the bridge. Ah, reptilian bliss.