Villa Pictoral History
Bellingham's undiscovered northern beaches are prime locations for driftwood structures. "The Villa" was one of the most
elaborate and had become a destination
for many Bellingham beach explorers until the folks from the Cliffside neighborhood chainsawed everything resembling art on the beach.
Peace through destruction, not.
Photography by Scot Ranney
Pictures of the Bellingham area and more. Beautiful, intersting, frightening, curious... photographs of Bellingham beaches,
scenery, art, Chuckanut area, Mt. Baker Ski Area, and more.
Things That Scot Writes
When the time comes to scribble, Scot can be a serious writer, however with proper precautions it will never happen. The writings
located herin are a testament to interesting word usements without being serious.
Learn Jazz Piano: Free jazz piano lessons and information on Scot's site
devoted to the art of jazz piano. Extensive forums, lessons, and downloadable files offer more jazz piano resources than a person could
use in a lifetime.
Thyme for Sage Advice: herb growing tips and how to avoid common problems
while growing herbs such as basil, oregano, thyme, saphron, and others.
And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
He offered large discount--he offered a check
(Drawn "to bearer") for seven-pounds-ten:
But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck
And grabbed at the Banker again.
Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws
Went savagely snapping around-
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till fainting he fell to the ground.
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared
Led on by that fear-stricken yell:
And the Bellman remarked "It is just as I feared!"
And solemnly tolled on his bell.
He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white-
A wonderful thing to be seen!
To the horror of all who were present that day.
He uprose in full evening dress,
And with senseless grimaces endeavored to say
What his tongue could no longer express.
Down he sank in a chair--ran his hands through his hair--
And chanted in mimsiest tones
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity,
While he rattled a couple of bones.
"Leave him here to his fate--it is getting so late!"
The Bellman exclaimed in a fright.
"We have lost half the day. Any further delay,
And we sha'nt catch a Snark before night!"
