In the stairways and offices (certainly not the editing suites), I’m greeted with a view that stays the same. The only movement is the shifting tide, wind in the fronds, people collecting salty-watered prizes in the sea and a tanker that only seems to drift from one side to the other.

This tanker is always there, and actually makes a good placeholder on the normal flatline horizon. Although I’ve heard rumors it has been leaking oil and has slowly destroyed the coral.

Sometimes there are even two tankers.

The lighthouse flashes in the distance.

Yet the view stays the same.

On my journey to Cebu where I will be working at Bigfoot Productions, I ran into something…

Signs. Predestination. Coincidence? When I see something that points somewhere I’ll roll with it. I’ll take it with a grain of salt but I’ll still see where it goes.

In the airport in Seattle while waiting for my next flight to Kauai, Hawaii, I ran across this restobar. Bigfoot. I’m going to bigfoot — time to eat up!!