A short distance from the distillery. This rock wall was the perfect backdrop for my souvenirs.
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A short distance from the distillery. This rock wall was the perfect backdrop for my souvenirs.
Splendid visit to Lagavulin, my favorite whisky. Warehouse tasting with the legendary Ian McArthur!
Right up the road from the distillery. Perfect place to commemorate the special occasion.
The Ardbeg distillery experience. Thumbs up!
English Channel, September 2018
And gradually we lost the sun. The fires raged and ravaged until the smoke was all we had left. That’s how the world ended, with the dimming of the light and the smell of burnt things.
Lucky to have this places like this within reach. Important to sit quietly, listen to the world, and organize the chaos that threatens to overwhelm us.
Three-hour tour on Lake Union.
Portrait mode - this is my Bond-villain headshot.
These bottles represent more than my adoration of single malt Scotch whisky. The problem is they’re empty. Sure, I could run to the market, but as I said, it’s not so much the whisky as it is other things. So, what’s an over-thinking, story-telling guy to do? Look out, Islay. I’m on my!
Pizza is life.
And I dreamed I was flying...
She returned today. A whisper of regret, A tremor of doubt And she was there. The woman in black with Storm-colored eyes. “How gray you are. How frail and mortal.” I turned away, eyes closed, heart aflame. “Why so cold? You called me, you know? Is it youth you seek? Is it passion? With but a word they are yours. With but a nod you are whole. Pay the price, my love. The world awaits.”
Friendly neighborhood bird.
Sunrise on the long drive home.
I am here because I have stories to tell. I am here because I have dreams to dream, and journeys to take. I am here because I am worth more than all you ever offered. I am here. #lastoftheromantics #wordsofwhiskey
Quick Black Friday road trip with Willow and Shooter. These dogs know what's what. #thanksgiving2016 #oregon #dogslife