“My interest in doing some worthwhile miniatures on these shells derives from my exposure to the garrish and amateurish …painted sand dollars …I passed in travels through Florida and other coastal states. I could certainly do better than that!”
Containership in Gailliard Cut
Transit in 1914, rendered in living black and white.
A small passenger ship
transiting southbound.
Shrimpboat aground at low tide out by Punta Chame.
Secluded cove in the Darien with three small fishing boats, only two of which appear seaworthy.
An open door in the San Felipe
neighborhood of Panama City.
¡O, Patria!
For Linda’s father-in-law: Semper Fi.
This sand dollar and the quotation below adorned my office door during Christmas seasons while I worked at the Canal. We now put them on our front door here in Coronado. A little “Bah, Humbug” never hurt anybody.
“Marley’s face. It was not in impenetrable shadow as the other objects in the yard were, but had a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry or ferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look: with ghostly spectacles turned up upon its ghostly forehead. The hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot air; and though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly motionless. That, and its livid colour, made it horrible; but its horror seemed to be, in spite of the face and beyond its control, rather a part of its own expression.”
— “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens