Another interesting sight on the Homer Spit . . .
I came upon an amazing sight as we drove along the Homer Spit- old, rickety boats tied up or sitting amidst the wildflowers by the path along Kachemak Bay. After we ate dinner one night, I had Lonnie drop me off so I could walk along and take photos. At least one of the boats looked like someone lived in it or had lived in it. There was a small sign that said Kachemak Bay Wooden Boat Society, so I googled it and discovered it is a non-profit organization “dedicated to sharing the history, preservation, and creation of wooden boats and maritime traditions. ” So cool! They have a wooden boat festival on Labor Day, but I don’t know if these boats are part of it or not.
I found this boat particularly appealing.
One of the features of Homer, Alaska is the Homer Spit- a narrow strip of land extending out into Kachemak Bay. It is lined with shops and places to eat, and has a harbor where fishing boats take off and return all day long. Here is a view of one of the rows of shops and eateries.
We’ve just returned from a wonderful 10 day trip to Alaska! The highlight was spending time with our daughter’s family in Eagle River. Here are the boys at the Alaska Botanical Gardens in Anchorage- they are growing up so fast!
Summer in Alaska is endless daylight, intensely green trees, flowers everywhere, tall peaks, and glaciers! Photos from this trip will be dominating my blog for the foreseeable future!
I think there are two men in this photo.
This shot was taken at Laguna Beach during our last trip to see our grandbaby. We had just finished lunch, and I looked outside and saw this one solitary young man in the waves.
I was just saying to my friend, Debbie that I don’t think anyone could ever accuse me of having a photographic **style**! She kindly suggested my style is eclectic, which might be a nice way of saying it’s all over the place. . .
Anyway, when I like a photo, I, more often than not, edit it several different ways- as evidenced by this shot of a door in the Masonic building in Flagstaff. I hope it is nailed shut, because it is several stories up and there is no balcony!
Here’s another shot of the Wigwam Motel at night- this time with a black and white edit for a vintage look. It’s also missing the “car trails”- streaks from tail lights from passing cars- that were visible in yesterday’s image (and I kept in because I like them).
As you can probably tell, I found the Wigwam Motel totally captivating. I only wish that I had crossed the street and wandered around the grounds. It would probably not have been a good idea to do this at nighttime though. I think I need a return trip!
When we visited Holbrook, we were delighted to see that our motel was right across the street from the Wigwam Motel. I don’t really want to sleep in a wigwam, but I liked being able to stroll out at night with my camera and tripod to get this shot.
This old Studebaker is just about all that remains of Route 66 in this stretch of countryside- that and the long line of telephone poles that marks where the Mother Road used to be.