The rising sun hardly cut the morning chill in the deep valley where ice meets the sea. Great masses of deep blue ice occasionally crashed downward into the sea shooting columns of spray upward with a thunderous roar that echoed through the canyon. Waves rippled the waters with a warning that though we might be tolerated at a distance, we really didn’t belong there.
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs.
This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.
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