Here’s the Icon in the Vanisle race, I think my godson Seamus is the one barely seen farthest to the left in the blue jacket. Looks like his hair color anyway. Rock on Icon!

A huge Indigo snake in my back yard. He offered me no apples I told him no lies.

My godson Seamus George is racing once again on the around-Vancouver-Island race, we are all following him on racetracker, he is crewing on board the Icon, she’s very fast, they will come around the island to ‘Lighthouse Island’ — actually lennard island, where his parents and my friends Jeff and Caroline are lightkeppers there, the whole fleet stops each night at some harbour and are treated to feasts ashore, wow what a pleasure trip!

More a fantasy writer than a sci-fi writer. Vance was endlessly inventive, his ability to invent names, words, concepts seems limitless. I only recently discovered him and can’t stop reading his work. He also wrote detective fiction under the name Ellery Queen. so much of his work was tongue-in-cheek, funny, and once you open one of his works you are through the looking-glass. This is from The Dying Earth; his trickster figure Cugel wandering a dim earth in a future thousands of years from Now.

‘The folk who built the tree-towers were difficult to see among the shadows of the foliage. Cugel glimpsed them as they darted across their queer little windows and several times he saw them slipping into the sink-hole on slides polished from the native limestone. Their stature was that of a small human being or boy, though their countenances suggested a peculiar hybriodization of reptile, stalking bang-nose beetle or miniature gid. To cover their gray-green pelts they wore flounced belly-guards of pale fiber and caps with black ear-flaps, apparently fabricated from human skulls.
‘But if Cugel tried to travel by night he thereupon became prey for visps, which stood nine feet tall and looked across the night through luminous pink eyes and traced the scent of flesh by means of two flexible probiscises growing from each side of their scalp-crest. He approached a tree-tower somewhat isolated from the others. As he drew near he glimpsed weasel-like shapes darting back and forth in front of the windows.
‘Cugel drew his sword and pounded on the plank wall. ‘It is I, Cugel!’ he roared. ‘I am king of this wretched wasteland! How is it that none of you have paid your fees?”
From within came a chorus of howling high-pitched invective and filth was flung from the windows…’

One of the male Painted Buntings that come to my birdfeeder.

My friend June Chism has an app on her I-pod that gives the birdsong for any species. It is most amazing. We were riding on Allison Swift’s place and heard a low, descending chattering sound and June found it, played it, it was a Scarlet Tanager. Her I-pod chatters, whistles, chirps, and displays a picture of said bird; including the melodious field sparrow.

Jack Vance has died at the age of 96, a brilliant, funny, endlessly imaginative sci-fi wrter although I think he should be called a fantasy writer. I just discovered him.

windstorm yesterday just about blew the roof from my house.

One morepicture from our Big Bend trip. June in red and me.

In March. Cool, windy, rocky, blue skies, movie set on the Rio Grande, long drive to get there, long drive back, reading ‘Battle Of Wits’ at night, good food, good friends June and April, wine, carrying hay at night to Buck in a high wind and hay scattered all over the mountains all the way to Stude Butte.

Lighthouse Island was supposed to be out in July — then August —now Amazon and Barnes and Noble say October — no matter, it will be out sooner or later. Am starting on a sort of sequel which, like Vance’s The Dying Earth series, takes different characters through the same ecological disaster. Foudn this image of Girl In The Future City in Bing images, so there is Nadia, on a rooftop, calculating her escape route. The only incongruous element in this image is the river.

Ares has brought rain and a birthday.

One of my favorite books and an amazing true story. Two different groups shipwrecked on an Antarctic island within the same year but never ran into each other. One group survived very well, the other fell into cannibalism, starvation and fisticuffs. The difference between the two groups is a study in itself.

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photography by Jeff George, lightkeeper and photographer of Lennard Island Light Station, Vancouver Island.