It’s a lagoon on the spit in Homer, where little salmon are released to go out and get big, then return to get caught. A couple of years ago, while hopping around on some rocks at the mouth of the lagoon I fell and broke my clavicle.
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It’s a lagoon on the spit in Homer, where little salmon are released to go out and get big, then return to get caught. A couple of years ago, while hopping around on some rocks at the mouth of the lagoon I fell and broke my clavicle.
A colorful collection of fishing floats in my parents’ yard.
At the harbor in Homer last May. Part of an ongoing effort to ignore the aperture ring on my lenses.
Longline hooks on a fishing boat I got to check out during a trip to Alaska last summer. I felt like a complete dork climbing down the slippery ladder and walking around the boat in my motorcycle boots.

Snowy trees by me
Taken in Sterling, Alaska during an ill-advised winter trip back to Alaska in 2003, probably the trip where I vowed to never visit between October and March.