Happy Beachcombing
Today turned out much nicer than they forecasted. So, I walked Bishop’s Beach. 
It’s where everyone walks their dogs and searches for treasures while the dogs run themselves silly. This is from an earlier in the month sunset.
The real driftwood pile is just beyond the parking area.
There is a LOT of driftwood.
Some has been here a while. There is a city ordinance prohibiting driftwood removal.
Here are some treasures I found this crisp morning.
I promise to publish a bunch of Homer photos soon. I’ve decided to collect photographs of this town while I walk about. I might decide to get a real camera soon. Until then my iPhone will have to suffice.
Hope you are all well, warm and enjoying family this Thanks Giving.
Weather here is perfect for it.
So far I've reached acceptable proficiency at the following, in chronological order: Silversmith, infantryman/door gunner, helicopter pilot, fireman, carpenter, residential contractor, FAA Air Traffic Control Specialist and crotchety old retired guy. Currently, I'm learning to fly again and that is what this is all about. 7/7/2020 edit: As I have had the opportunity to reflect (old people do that a lot) on my actual proficiency level at the above occupations, I feel adjustments are in order. The term "acceptable" depends on the observer, their own proficiency and experience level. Acceptable to me might be woefully deficient to the master. I think it would be more accurate to claim that I have earned a living wage at all of these occupations but never got rich. Actually, I feel that I have gotten rich at the last one. I have what I need and am profoundly grateful for all of it. The future looks bright indeed, as I have learned to fly again. For that I have all of you to thank. Thank You!
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