Something I just realized

My excuse is that I haven't reread Kim in a really long time. But I just now realized that I'm always writing Kim. It's always a life-and-death journey through an exotic, lush landscape full of wonderful, strange, diverse, sometimes dangerous and often kind people, familiar even in its strangeness, where people feed you and advise you and curse you and chase you away -- and where the point of view is marginal, neither one thing or another. Except Chuy, who was so much of one tribe that the tribe's internal consistencies threatened his existence.

I guess it's always The Jungle Book too. And is it always Stalky and Company?

When I was writing The Conduit I realized towards the end that I was doing something about Heinlein and that I always was -- Heinlein of the juveniles, of Double Star, and The Moon is a Harsh Mistress -- of course, which is why our guy eventually chooses Mike for his name.

But Kipling comes first.

water water everywhere

Today is Snapshot Day. We go out in little teams and sample the water in creeks and culverts and sloughs up and down the coast from Pacifica to Morro Bay -- three hundred miles of the Central Coast. My team went to Corralitos Creek and Harkins Slough. It was more fun than I can say. It's like hiking and chemistry sets and girl talk all at once -- except the girl talk is about water and cameras and the whole world. 

( a couple of photos reside behind the cut )

On another front, I had a dream about winged people this morning and it was all full of plotty goodness but I don't know if it is a story yet.  I wrote it all down on the back of the sudoku puzzles I keep in the bedstead.