Herring Potlatch

squawking gulls—

bloated sea lions

burping herring breath

The annual herring spawn is a sensory feast.

A seasonal rebirth and frenzied spectacle of nature.

A herring potlatch in a sea of aquamarine.

The ultimate sharing of nutrients and biodiversity.

It seems appropriate that “I am The Red Herring” has made its debut coinciding with this ethereal event. I am inspired and grateful.

Thank you for subscribing and hopefully sharing. Those who know me, know where to find me.  My goal is to cast my thoughts adrift and share my enthusiasm. Look for new “Messages in A Bottle”.

To be heard requires listening.

penny youngash