A bit of winter storm along the Oregon Coast near Yachats.

First three are of rock park across form the cabin we stayed in.










































The others are at Devil's churn, just a bit south of Yachats

































When we arrived in Yachats, the wind was howling, the wind was moaning, the wind was shrieking, screaming, and screeching.The wind was whistling Dixie.

We missed the big winds, but it was a joy to behold nonetheless.

Day before we got there the winds got up to 120 mph.
We only got some 70's and 80's
Still a thrill to walk around in.

For Sax and Piano

More mediocre music I've written

Merry

Ah, the harvest is in and we can all be so grateful we once again have enough to survive another winter, unless we get found out by the christians and they come and burn us all crispy in a big bonfire in honor of their zombie prince.

I've been wondering

Do flautists lay aside their flutes
And listen when a prostitutes?

Ballet Mecanique Pt. 1

Looks like my mom, in the swing

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Dean Chabreau Mercer.
Pharmacist's mate, USS California,
Fireboat pilot, Seattle Fire Dept.
Pearl Harbor survivor and a great guy.