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Mary on the Columbia River, Eastern Washington, USA
“Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.” “For years I’ve wanted to live according to everyone else’s morals. I’ve forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth-after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.” – Albert Camus
Mary on the Columbia River,eastern Washington, USA
“Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.” “For years I’ve wanted to live according to everyone else’s morals. I’ve forced myself to live like everyone else, to look like everyone else. I said what was necessary to join together, even when I felt separate. And after all of this, catastrophe came. Now I wander amid the debris, I am lawless, torn to pieces, alone and accepting to be so, resigned to my singularity and to my infirmities. And I must rebuild a truth-after having lived all my life in a sort of lie.” – Albert Camus
Washington State Ferry, San Juan Islands, USA
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”
Herman Melville; Ishmael , Moby Dick
Washington State Ferry, San Juan Islands
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” Herman Melville , Moby Dick
Watermelon Moon
Well the title has nothing to do with the photo,
I was reading red snow fell in France in 1869,apropos of nothing.

Quack Shack, Fir Island, Washington USA
Entry ramp at Duck hunter’s cab firewoodin on the Skagit River dike,Fir Island Washington State
