Gazing west across the Salish Sea to the Olympics from aboard the MV Issaquah. My car, a blue Ford Taurus Wagon from the turn of this new century, sits over on picture right with a chock block wedged against the tires. It’s 09:36 on a cold, clear Saturday morning on the 5th of December 2009. Love being out here amidst open water, mountains, sky, the early morning sun, and a Waning Gibbous Moon still high in the sky. The Moon was full just three days earlier.

Cruising across Puget Sound, a major arm of the Pacific’s Salish Sea, on currently calm waters. In the quietness, even with the clanging chugging of the old ferry ship, built and launched in 1979, I felt open to the sacredness of nature and felt the presence of the Divine itself. Nature has been my church of sorts ever since boyhood.