Writing writing writing...

...and writing some more. 4,000 words yesterday and it just won't stop. That means it's Canoecopia gazette time. Annie is working like a dog to get it laid out before December 1 so we can proof it and add the last minute stuff that always happens, get it to the press, and voila' - an 80-page gazette that is starting to look more and more like a magazine. Which is fine, since (even if we do say so ourselves) the writing and photography rivals many publications that are not put out by a bunch of amateurs in the basement of a paddlesport shop.


The wild ginger (Asarum canadense) blossom isn't spectacular, but I sure like them anyway. If Star Trek needed an alien flower, it wouldn't take much imagination to make this the official flower of Rigel IV. It has nothing to do with Canoecopia or writing, except that in organizing myself for the writing I had to clean up my photo library (if one can call a mass of numbered pictures and folders a library) to get ready to write. I found this and liked it. Namaste.