Isalos Fine Art

Time for a new blog, I guess. This morning I got up at 5:30, made my tea and an egg sandwich (and a thermos of bloody marys) and by 6:30, Todd and I were in our kayaks, headed south. It was a beautiful morning, clear and calm, and we had no particular destination in mind. Fog Island seemed to be calling us, though. Last week we'd gone around Merchants Island, and we seem to be working up to a round Isle au Haut paddle, so getting to Fog, on the other side of the island, seemed a natural choice.

 At McGlathery, we hesitated a moment, eyeing the distant island, wondering if those trees were normal-sized, or beat-down by the elements. 45 minutes later, we were there, 2.8 miles on the GPS ( the trees were plenty big). The wind and waves had picked up a bit half way across, so it seemed prudent to be on our way, especially since we both had to get to work before it got too late, but at eight a.m. we stood on this wild island, looking back over the water we'd covered. What a morning. Drank the bloody marys on the beach on Wreck Island and headed back to get to work. Had an awesome day in the gallery and now I am totally beat.

One of these days I'll get a waterproof camera and share some of these images with the two or so loyal subscribers to my blog.