Gig Harbor music scene

I was a quiet, wide-eyed witness to musicians simply reveling in the joy of making music.

Bat in the night

I needed to sleep in a bat-free zone.

Dang, it went like a blink!

Neal is family. So yeah, we were close in that sense.

Isn’t it beautiful?

He built some forms for me to make steps, and then left me to do everything else.

One big change is that my chicken Hussies finally have a decent home.

In 2006 I was exposed – in a different way! – to oil painting.

I kept jotting things in the Notes app in my phone.

I hope my friend now feels more keenly his place on this particular spot of the Pacific Northwest.