Seen from a window, a scene screaming for a script.

Merhaba

   We’re still here.  Randal is off on his umpteenth trip to chandlery street.  Most big stuff is done, but he still has a list.  We’re also still finalizing our tentative route to England.  I’m almost certain we’ll stop in Sicily, Sardinia, Tunisia, and visit Gibraltar.  In Gibraltar we’re so close to Casablanca that I think we should visit.   Casablanca is Randal’s favorite movie.  I think we must know half the dialogue by heart, we’ve watched it so many times.   But all will be determined by weather and timing so we’ll see.  I’m actually, finally ready to go; summer season in Marmaris with the crowds and NOISE from Bar Street every night make the leave-taking easier.  Saying good-bye to friends, not looking forward to that.  But permanence isn’t part of the cruising world.  Some stops may be longer than others, but eventually most everyone moves on.  Maybe that’s what the story in these photos is about….

Ru

Seen from a window, a scene screaming for a script.

Our pilot house door has a window; a very dirty window.  Typing this prompted me to go clean it.  However, prior to it being cleaned, the streaks made for a very “artsy” image of a woman standing on the dock.  I’d taken the photos to capture her very orange hair; not to make fun.  I applaud women who have fun with their hair.  The image that showed up was not what I expected.  It’s not a photo of a woman with red hair; it’s a story about a woman with red hair. 

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