63New Orleans, United States
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My self-summary
Offshore sailing, and Bob Dylan, and drawing and painting ........ .
Presently have a Project under construction in Seattle.
Living half-time there, and in New Orleans the balance until project is done.
Oh .... All that ... is done !
Now I am establishing myself here as an Architect, and working to revive my sweet black 34' yawl that I solo sailed here from San Francisco in 2010.
But mainly I am here to be living with and being with my father, 90, at his place Uptown.
What I’m doing with my life
Fixing up mah boats and houses and memorizing Bob Dylan lyrics.
I’m really good at
I'm really good at the careful, subtle adjustments and moves that keep and get things moving.... sailboats, drawings, designs, and conversations.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
"The Strange Life of Benjamin Button".... "Nostradamus Kid" ...... essays by Wendell Berry
I spend a lot of time thinking about
I spend a lot of time thinking about alternatives to the mayhem and isolation of global capitalism; of how there could be interventions and designs that raise our awareness and enhance and nurture
place and time and action.
On a typical Friday night I am
On a typical Friday night I am trying to be LockingThrough and riding water Outbound.
You should message me if
You should message me if you are open to .... messing around in a small keelboat exploring the Salish Sea, and ashore, concocting together different ways to be improving each our Art.
Oh .... Now Ah am returnéd from Seattle. Here to stay .... and BeWith my father Uptown, and work on and use the black yawl lying at West End that I solo sailed here in 2010, and rediscovering my hometown.

"With the drawing of this Love
and the voice of this Calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
.... Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time....
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
....... "
from "The Little Gidding" - the last of T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets
The two of us