Saturday, June 13, 2009

Chillin’

Lulu knows when to rest her dogs. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Perfect

Brenda and the dogs finish their morning run on Indian Beach with a footwash in Parker Creek. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Parker Creek

Parker Creek comes out to meander across Indian Beach—called Home Beach by the Tsurai—to the harbor. Dogs meander, too. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Albatross

About eight miles out of Trinidad, a flock of albatross swooped in to land by the boat, one at a time, until there were more than 20. A happy day at sea—is there any other kind? (©Ted Pease 2009)

Holy Halibut!

42 lbs. That’s the result for the first try at halibut since dad caught one by accident from the skiff in Maine in 1965. (©Jim Gullet 2009)

Cap’n Jim

Jim Gullet, skipper of the Wind Rose, a crab boat out of Trinidad, waits for the fish to bite, eight miles out to sea. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Bait

On her first day in the water, the mighty Toad caught the limit of rock cod, from A to Z. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Runner

We run and run and run...and get here. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Beach Hounds

Lulu and Sadie prowl Indian Beach for kelp and revolting things to roll in. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Fishboy ’04

Good times, good snacks . . . while there was still a salmon season: 2004. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Footwash

Sadie and Brenda clean their feet after a run on Indian Beach. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Cheese!

Nose? What Nose?

Sadie—let’s face it—has a big face. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Sadieface

(©Ted Pease 2009)

Professorous

Commencement 2009, Professorous Maximus (from left) Brenda Cooper, Joyce Kinkead, Fran Titchener and Mark Damen. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Chairfeet

Lulu kickin’ back (©Ted Pease 2009)

Aunt Agnes

(©Ted Pease 2009)

Cool Pool

Anemones (©Ted Pease 2009)

Beachdogs09

Houda Beachdogs & Brenda (©Ted Pease 2009)

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Autumn Sunrise


The lights of Logan, Utah, twinkle in the autumn predawn chill . . .


. . . as the late October sunrise ventures over the Bear River Range . . .


. . . finally turning night to golden morning in Cache Valley. (Ted Pease ©2008)