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THOR’S WORLD TOUR… Paradise Found!

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Somewhere on a small island in the Great Pacific Northwest…. Paradise found!

After being moved about and held captive with many poor souls, I remind the evil Tie-Dyed Witches that I am  The God of Thunder!  Promising the Pooh family I won’t forget them I wield   the Mighty Hammer and break free!  

 

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 I head to the boat for a return to seek out this ‘Mausoleum’ I have heard tell about.  My host, not wishing to pay the exorbitant  ferry rate for ‘Gods’ decides to smuggle me aboard… Oh The Indignity!!!  

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Once on ship, I go in search of food and drink, as my energy level has been depleted in my struggle with the evil witches.  I find the perfect thing and enter the Monster Hall… It is quite cold.  

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A quick blow of The Mighty Hammer releases a putrid spray of a sticky foam, completely engulfing the air-conditioned chamber.  I find myself quickly evicted from the cafeteria.  A kindly family takes pity on my circumstances, bathes me and gives me sustenance.  After chatting, the man-boy tells me of a cousin who may be able to help me in ‘the ladies department’.  He tells me to find the Land of Argyle and ask for Ula.  They warn me not to wake the Sleeping Lion as I leave the table… I step very carefully.

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He shares something he calls ‘his tunes’ with me… I do not know what to think, but try to stay polite.

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My host treats me to something called ‘Ice Cream Cone’, and promises me we will go to the Land of Afterglow, where dwells ‘The Mausoleum”, on the morrow. 

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 He tells me he knows Argyle well and of this cousin I seek.                                         

Eureka… Praise the Gods… Valhalla found! 

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My new friend Ula has Barbies in Abundance.  A pink haired beauty invites me for a drive in her automobile, which I quickly accept, hoping she knows Debra, my Pink Haired Mistress.

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We are soon beset upon by a fearsome beast!  I confront the evil monster and announce that I am the God of Thunder!  Methinks the beast is not impressed and I am forced I do battle with my Mighty Hammer when the varmint attacks…

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Instead of my saving the Pink Haired Maiden, the giantess Ula, upon hearing the commotion, arrives to save us both.  I fear she must be part sorceress, for she quickly subdued the monster by putting it to sleep.  She releases me from its fearsome grasp. 

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I quickly take my leave, telling the Barbies “I Shall Return!”  Hopeful that tomorrow… the land of Afterglow, and ‘The Mausoleum’.

To be continued…

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Previously… Day Trip to the Magic Island  (Part 3)

Previously… Adjusting to New Surroundings (pt. 2)

Previously… The Arrival  (pt. 1)

To learn more about Thor’s World Tour, and see where he’s been… THE GOD OF THUNDER IS TOURING THE WORLD

THOR’S WORLD TOUR… Day Trip to the Magical Isle

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Somewhere on a small island in the Great Pacific Northwest…. Day trip to the Magical Isle

“Away, damn you Loki.  Take Skidbladnir and begone!  My beloved Sif, what has he done?  Why is it always about the hair?  Now yours is no more.  My Wife!  I want my wife!  Oh Pink One, why do you keep me from her?”  I am roused from a fitful sleep with a curt “Come on, we’re late for the red-eye!”  I find out later, that being ‘late for the red-eye’ is a proud tradition on this island.  The only ferry I want to be late for is the one on the Styx, but then I’m not Greek so I guess it won’t matter.  We head for the sea in the human’s automobile.  I have been in many on this road trip, and this is by far the finest, as there are no foul odors from the small humans and their pets.  It is also neat, without the clutter of the white cups with green mermaids that seem to cover the floor of all the other’s automobiles.  Like that woman in Southern California with the tiny odious boy-child who would not ‘bow down before me’.  The worst adversary I have faced  thus far… It was luck to escape with my life.  ‘Bite Eyeball’, indeed!

The sun is rising and the beast comes into view.  I stand ready to fend it off at the first sign of trouble, as it is as fearsomely ugly as assumed.

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Into the belly of the beast we plunge.  A strange rumbling ensues and we push-off into the sea, headed for Orcas Island.

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 I wave good-by to the human’s village in the harbor, with high hopes of finding a link to Asgard on the magical isle.

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We approach the island and the time has come to find these nobel artists and lovers of the earth.  Perhaps they will be of assistance in my quest. 

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While the human is busy, I take leave to explore.  I find that the artists I meet are interested in selling their wares and no nothing of Asgard.  All the friends of the earth I encounter are sputtering about organics and  preoccupied in hugging trees… not at all what I expected.  I head back and find myself on a road with alarming signs proclaiming  No Trespassing!  Do they not know I am the God of Thunder?  I find myself taken captive and tied up with other prisoners.

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“Have you been here long?” I say.  “Oh yes.  Many years,  for us there is no hope.  Save yourself Thor.  What you seek is on the island you just left.  You must find… The Mausoleum!”  I thank the maiden with the once red hair and breaking my bonds with The Mighty Hammer!  I go in search of my human friend to ask about this Mausoleum.

To be continued…

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Previously… Adjusting to New Surroundings (pt. 2)

Previously… The Arrival  (pt. 1)

To learn more about Thor’s World Tour, and see where he’s been… THE GOD OF THUNDER IS TOURING THE WORLD

THOR’S WORLD TOUR… Adjusting to new surroundings

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Thor encounters the dreaded Yoshi!

Somewhere on a small island in the Great Pacific Northwest… just freed from prison…

I breath in a deep lungful of fresh air, a relief from the scent of dainty perfumes that have hung so heavy in my cape.  I detect a hint of ocean air, and I long for the sea again.  My eyes encounter a dazzling array of color from every corner imaginable, in this seeming rural landscape.

I find that my iron prison is high from the ground, held high aloft on a post. I will have to descend with care, as my strength has been weakened by exposure to excessive amounts of polyurethane.   It will be some time before my belt, Megingjörd, is able to regain full power.  I espy a soft landing spot and jump!

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I make it without harm and look for sanctuary while I garner the lay of the land. This is the first time I have been on my own, and not brought back into the world to the sight of leering eyes and painted lips bending over me.  Impossible to escape their grasp until they tire of playing with me, and eventually ship me off to another one.

I immediately encounter a threat from a giant creature that I have to ward off  with a blow from The Mighty Hammer… I am the God of Thunder!  She goes back to sleep.

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This place seems to be some kind of farm, as there are egg layers sequestered nearby, and I am hungry.  I enter the enclosure with as much stealth as I can muster… but a “Cock-a-Doodle-Do” soon gives me away and I am beset with feather bearing monsters.  I barely escape with my life, thanks to my Mighty Hammer!

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Leaving the foul fowl behind, I enter a wood shop in search of a clue to my whereabouts.  Jumping on a workbench I accidentally activate a switch putting me in harm’s way.   I am saved once again, thanks to Mjölnir (TMH).  Must make a note to send a check to Mr. DeWalt for the damage.

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I come to a body of water and decide to go across.  A nearby boat seems the answer, but a family named Noah is busy loading it with animals and say I am welcome to join them, but they are waiting for the flood and it might take some time to float their boat.

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Not to be deterred, I take matters into my own hands and float across… no Princess Cruise, that’s for sure, but maybe that’s a good thing.

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THOR!!!  Someone calls my name.  A handsome gentleman tells he is my host and welcomes me to his island.  I tell him I am ‘The God of Thunder’, he says he knows that and invites me inside, to a table groaning under the weight of a sumptuous feast of garlic sausages, grilled chicken, ranch style beans and corn on the cob.  Breads of all description and fresh fruits and beverages are a welcome sight.  He is anxious to hear about my tour, but first has some distressing news… The Pink Haired Princess now has blue hair.  Oh, My Magical Mistress… what hast thou done?  ‘There must be a Witch involved’, is my first thought, then I remember she is a writer… and you know how they are.   I ask when I can see her, as my heart is blue, and he says he will see what he can do, but I must finish the tour first before finally joining her.  He invites me to go to a special island tomorrow full of artists and gentle people of the earth.  I am hopeful to learn more about this place.  I ask how we will get there, as I have not had much luck with water transportation of late.  He assures me there is no problem, as we will be ensconced in a fine Swedish automobile and catching something called a red-eye ferry.  ‘What new monster awaits’, I think to myself.

To be continued…

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Previously… The Arrival 

To learn more about Thor’s World Tour, and see where he’s been… THE GOD OF THUNDER IS TOURING THE WORLD

THOR’S WORLD TOUR… The Arrival

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Somewhere on a small island in the Great Pacific Northwest….

What have I done to deserve such a fate?  How have I offended thee, O mighty Odin?  I have been sent on a seemingly endless tour of giant horny housewives, fawning over me and subjecting me to the most degrading acts, dragging me around their villages to show off to their friends, and taking photo after photo with something called a phone.  Thank the Gods for their children, they are nice and lots of fun to play with, they seem to understand me.   But, those things they call ‘pets’ are everywhere, and to be avoided at all costs.  I have seen a lot of interesting places though, and am amassing quite the postcard collection.  If I ever get back home, I won’t be sharing with Loki, since I’m sure this trip through purgatory is his doing. The one bright spot of this whole affair, is that everywhere I am sent, the girl child’s seem to have an endless supply of beautiful princesses, just the perfect size.  The curious thing, they all share the same name… Barbie.  They are quite tiring, as they all want to play with my hammer, and sometimes there are 10 to 20 of them.  

I was perfectly happy with my pink-locked mistress, waiting for a call to once again save the world.  One day I found myself being wrapped into a strange substance.  Quite soft and smelling faintly of toluene diisocyanate.  A cardboard coffin awaited next, and as she shut the lid, I detected a rivulet of tears on the cheek of my beautiful maiden.  A jostling trip ensued, and you can imagine my surprise, when released from my confinement I found myself in the possession of another giant female, also quite cute.  She was very excited to see me.  

I found this routine was to be repeated, seemingly endlessly… even to a place called Canada.

So, here I am, once again, bubble wrapped in another cardboard coffin.  This time, not so tightly bound, I am able to swing my mighty hammer and break loose.  I find myself in a semicircular  shaped metal building.  A large door is before me.  Light streams in around the opening, which appears to be hinged at the bottom.  With a blow from my mighty hammer it surrenders and falls open.  Beautiful sunlight bursts inside, my eyes are treated to a wondrous sight… Have I  found Paradise?

To be continued…

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To meet the ‘pink-locked maiden’ and see what in the hell this is all about… Debra Kristi and Thor’s World Tour

Our meeting in Hawaii with a Thor stand-in... not the one on tour...

Our meeting in Hawaii with a Thor stand-in… not the real one on tour…

NOW SCORING FOR FRIDAY HARBOR…

NOW SCORING FOR FRIDAY HARBOR...

Roni Hanson slides into home, as the catcher waits for the throw, Emily Guard is hot on her heels… will she make it home safe?

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The girls are going to the mainland for the Fast Pitch Post-season Tournament tomorrow, of course I’ll be there with my camera… so stay tuned to TedBook’s Daily Pics for more action from your Lady Wolverines.  Good Luck Girls!  (This was actually supposed to go to TedBook’s Daily Pics, but I screwed up… that’s okay, as I’m so proud of our girls more people get to see them now… lot’s more Lady Wolverine pics at TBDP)

Trifextra: Week Sixty-Five… THE RED BALL

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THE RED BALL

It’s a starlit night as he searches for his red ball.
Suddenly, a bluish-white flash of light reveals its hiding place!
Success!  Now, the question is… will he stop at the tree first?

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My story is inspired by one of the latest paintings by Friday Harbor artist Jaime Ellsworth.  To see more of Jaime’s work, visit her website… Jaime Ellsworth Art

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Here is this week’s Trifextra Challenge instructions… Your challenge this weekend is to give us 33 words about anything you want.  Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier.   Click the Trike to see other stories…

JAIME PAINTS A NEW DOG PICTURE… (what else!)

TedBook's DAILY PICS...

JAIME PAINTS A NEW DOG PICTURE... (what else!)

Jaime Ellsworth‘Painter of Dogs’ is gearing up for gallery showings across the land… Drop by her studio in Friday Harbor and take a look… or simply CLICK THE PIC to see her work…

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To see more pics… check out this old page… TedBook’s DAILY PICS 

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FAUX SENT ME…

FAUX SENT ME...

trompe l'oeil painted door

trompe l’oeil painted door

Oops… this was destined for my PhotoLog… TedBook’s Daily Pics … to see more doors, go to my PhotoLog.  

ELEPHANTS INVADE FRIDAY HARBOR

ELEPHANTS INVADE FRIDAY HARBOR

Sculptor Matthew Gray Palmer… bound for the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo in Colorado Springs, Co.

This post was meant for my PhotoLog, but I posted it at TedBook by mistake… I’ll get the hang of it eventually… Check out my PhotoLog:  http://tedstrutzdotme.wordpress.com/

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