Arthur and I took Peter out fishing. From a fishing standpoint, it was somewhat disappointing – we caught no salmon, and when trying for halibut we only caught ugly bottomfish. But I think Peter enjoyed himself, and anyway he got to see an aspect of life here that many don’t.
Here is a tree seen on an island.
[daily log: walking, 6km]
Day: September 4, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1130 “Poeming”
under the raining between all the grayish skies the earth rests, greening
– a pseudo-haiku