Apropos of nothing Vancouver Island style

Just what today looked like. Bluebells in the meadow on the airport lands at Pat Bay. Dusk. Barnacles and oysters. You know, the usual.

And, oh internet… I remember when you were born. I remember how I recoiled at how unattractive the yahoo interface was, and how great google's was. And I remember my delight at discovering commercial-free internet radio. Introducing me to new music, music like this.