I’ve been scarce. I’m working on some writing deadlines and taking a class in Modern and Contemporary Poetry through Coursera. It’s difficult for me to use the computer again so posting a photo now and then on the blog is about all I can do. I apologize for not being able to visit all your sites. You’ve been such an inspiration to me. I do feel better keeping up with the blog in some way, and I hope to be back on a regular basis soon. I always enjoy the contact through the messages you leave; thank you very much for those. In the meantime, here is a picture of the inside of an old granary, built around the turn of the last century. The dog is always curious about what’s inside, and someone thought to throw a beer can. I like the lichens growing on the wood planks. Over the years I’ve watched the building lean to the west, and one day I suppose it will fall over and lay on its side. I find myself leaning toward the west, dreaming of the ocean. The sea pulls on me after a time in the mountains. I lived along the Puget Sound for a short while when I was in college. I was a bit lost then and restless to find myself on a different island or stretch of shore nearly every day so I loaded the dog in my maroon ’65 mustang and drove. A ferry ride was always a plus. I’m not sure what it is about riding ferries that I like so much. Maybe the passage? Maybe I’m fond of this granary because we’re both trying to stay upright.