Norwescon here I come! There’s nothing quite like Sci-Fi and Fantasy fans, authors and artists coming together for four fabulous days! I’ll be joining in on Sunday in my authorly persona, Kennedy J. Quinn. Maple Valley Writers and FreeValley Publishing will have our Fantasy and Steam Punk novels on hand and be meeting and hanging out with fellow enthusiasts. See you there!
Author Jeffrey Cook mans our booth at Norwescon. See more photos by Rachel Barnard HERE
A handsome pair caught my eye as they swam in unison on the canal between lake and river by the riverwalk.
Last rays of sun turned the distant peaks pink, a gorgeous farewell to a beautiful evening.
I know the red rhody has been ever-present on Breathing Space lately, but there was something about the way the Italian plum blossom entwined with it that gave me that ‘ah’ moment today. I hope you enjoy it too!
Near Semiahmoo we found this seahorse sculpture that was abandoned in the woods. Odd.
The baby maple leaves created abstract beauty overhead that captured my vision–a masterpiece of natural artwork.
This crow was meticulously stripping pieces of the soggy wood on the beach and collecting them to carry away. He flew off with a beak full. That must be some nest he’s building. More like a cabin!
There’s nothing like Spring skies for drama and beauty.
For me magnolias are the crowning glory of spring. They are one of the first buds I notice, maybe because of their size and how plentiful they are on the branches, and I watch them avidly until they’re just right…like this. Partially open and full of color, they are hard to beat for pure beauty.
The rapids upriver under evening light–a refreshing reward on a stroll along the neighborhood’s river path.
Lionel Lincoln wasn’t lucky in love. He was a likable lad but a little lacking in luster. Lester Lowman lounged lazily in the lunchroom and lovely lasses lined up leering with lowered lashes. Their lilting laughter lingered, lapping at Lionel all through literature lessons.
Lionel’s learning was limited by listing his liabilities. “I’m a lumbering lummox living with large lanky limbs and lousy lineage. A lunkhead lost in lapses of logic that leave ladies limp and lackadaisical.”
A lull in the lecture left Lionel looking at Lester’s lithe lines. He loathed the linebacker’s likeness, longing to lasso life like Lester. He languished in listlessness.
Lillian Layman’s luscious lips lured Lionel. Her luxurious linens and lurid looks left him lustful for a lark. But Lonnie Lexicon loosed leaps of light-heartedness that lessened his lassitude. She was a lively lamb and lifted his lurking libido to liberate him from loser-ville and lurch for a lofty lease on a life-long lover.
Like a lion, with no laconic limits, he lathered lengthy lyrics of longsuffering laments of loneliness on lavender leaves and lavished them on Lonnie. Lord of linguistic largess, he littered the letters with limericks of literate lace and lilac linings that led Lonnie to lean off her level and lunge into lakes of love with Lionel.
Lionel was lonely no longer.
-Sheri J. Kennedy
The new growth is like a fairy-dusting of green bringing the woods to life again.
A dipper came by and was very busy fishing from the rocks. You can see him diving into the current on a short video HERE. (click HD) These remarkable songbirds swim and dive in frigid whitewater currents without webbed feet. They are the only bird with a transparent eyelid that protects their eye underwater while allowing them to see.
You can see in the photos this unusual eyelid glinting and a dipper’s typical trick of putting its head below the surface to scout for prey.