Here are a few shots from where I work: a tub of filleted reds waiting to get thrown into a fish waste receptacle, a homemade birthday card for the owner of the business with a suffering starfish attached and a couple of shots of what happens to salmon after they die. 
A couple of weeks ago we spotted a moose in the back yard. Bob and I wanted to get as close as possible, but Becky sat on the deck and shot us both glaring looks that said "leave the beast alone." In other news, I quit my temporary position at the Beluga Lake Lodge. As much fun as serving an average of one drink per hour might be, with a good helping of passive sexual harassment on the side, I decided it was time to move towards the bigger and better. Recently Becky and I drove by and found a sign on the restaurant door stating "closed due to mechanical failures." What they were really getting at might have read "closed due to a complete lack of interest from employees and patrons alike." So long, Belugs. I'll be missing you!
-N
Bishop's Beach was perfect today. We found a porch swing that someone had hauled out and placed on a wooden pallet where we sat and watched the water, birds and people walking their dogs. I'm definitely going to miss Homer a little. 
