I have a shooting style that would be frowned upon by the purists. Aboard AVATAR, my choice of subject depends more on the luck of my circumstances than the choreography of a planned shoot. I am a prolific shooter who pays the penalty when it comes time to sort through the multiple digital files generated by the camera.

I do my best to capture good images in camera, but it is not until I am at the computer reviewing the results that I zero in on those very few that fully capture my imagination, meriting further exploration in the editing process.

Here in the Bahamas the color of the water has inspired me to photograph the waves rolling in to shore. I shoot in burst (continuous high speed) mode, often coming home with hundreds shots, most of which are deleted at first sight on my computer screen. I am looking for that fortuitous combination incorporating the color, movement and dynamism of the surf – ingredients that create what I mentally term ‘gesture’, the captured essence of a subject that defines it, whatever that subject may be.

On Cat Island just around the corner from the marina there was an expanse of beach and rocky outcroppings where we went walking one morning just to stretch our legs. Again I was mesmerized by the small friendly wavelets and invested an hour or so trying to capture just the right shot. Poor Mike settled himself on a comfortable rock and patiently waited me out. This is perhaps the third ‘wave shoot’ I’ve indulged in on this trip, as each beach offers its own personality to explore.

Today the morning was grey and drizzly and I was at the computer weeding out rejects and clicking through the likely prospects for further attention. I selected the image at the top of this blog for the dynamics of its curl and splash and the play of colors in water and sand. A sunlit bright spot caught my eye as the thought crossed my mind that it resembled a shark – and then I realized it actually was a shark, captured unknowingly as he swam into my frame. The dictionary definition of ‘serendipity’ incorporates the phrase ‘a pleasant surprise’, certainly an apt description of this morning’s discovery.

By the way, this is a very small shark swimming through a very small wavelet. By zooming in and eliminating all frame of reference, size becomes an unknown. It is just as easy to imagine prehistoric megalodon slicing through gigantic storm tossed seas.

The slideshow below is a collection of wave photographs shot not only here in the Bahamas, but in years past as well. Some include surfing sealife captured with more deliberate intent than today’s featured shark. Repeats from earlier blogs are included, but today’s topic seems to call for a recap, as well as nod to the contributions of Lady Luck.

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Local Knowledge



Our first night out of Spanish Wells, we anchored in a bay on Little San Salvador Island. History has it that Columbus first set foot in the Americas in 1492 on San Salvador Island some 50 miles away, but many residents of Little San Salvador claim that it was really here where he first landed. Now the entire island is owned by a cruise ship company and the inviting beach is lined with a kitschy Hollywood set of cabanas and a larger-than-life sized facsimile of one of Columbus’s galleons. We arrived in the late afternoon just as one cruise ship was pulling away, and when we set sail in the morning, a second ship was approaching on the horizon en route to providing a day’s entertainment for multiple thousands.

We went to sleep enjoying AVATAR gently rocking with the incoming swells, but by midnight the swells had magnified and the gentle rocking intensified to a vigorous pitch, accompanied by the sound of items subject to tipping over crashing in the galley. The rest of the night was relatively sleepless as the boat rolled uncomfortably back and forth. Promptly at daybreak Rod was at the controls proclaiming ‘let’s get out of here!’ – his usual reaction to a rolly anchorage – and we set sail 90 miles south to Cat Island.

Named for a pirate Arthur Cat who lived here back in the day, Cat Island may have been my favorite destination thus far. The temperature has finally turned tropical, my first requisite for pleasurable cruising. Hawk’s Nest Marina is located on the southern tip of the island, with a narrow entrance through a cut marked by big round red and white balls. As Rod navigated carefully in, we could look down into the clear shallow water to see a couple dozen eagle rays coasting over the sand and the silhouette of a medium sized shark. I was pretty fired up to get out the underwater camera and snorkel with the rays. But as we tied up and chatted with the dockhand, we asked about the snorkeling conditions in the pass and were informed that the marina had a resident tiger shark that was chummed (fed) daily with the remains of the catch of the day and consequently was more aggressive than your average tiger shark, which already possesses a reputation that rivals that of the great whites. We were advised in no uncertain terms that snorkeling in the marina and the entrance cut, despite its inviting appearance, would be a foolhardy venture.


I had to content myself with kayaking up the inviting turquoise salt water river that meandered inland some 3 or 4 miles. Early the next morning I paddled into a narrow side passage winding through the mangroves and spent a peaceful two hours sneaking up on chattering flocks of willets that perched on the knees of the mangrove forest. When pressed too close they flew away, but only a short distance to the next bend in the channel where they would settle down again and I could continue to stalk them.

I have a new kayak. After 11 years and two generations of a much loved inflatable model, I had to find a replacement as the brand was discontinued and my faithful transports were getting threadbare. Back in North Carolina I test paddled a few models and settled on a peacock blue plastic hulled Hobie which is turning out to be a good choice. Sleek and sturdy, it is comfortable, maneuvers efficiently, and has eliminated the constant niggling fear that I might run aground and puncture the hull on a bit of sharp coral. The kayak’s bright color might stand out in most environments, but here in the Bahamas it is camouflaged into near invisibility by the matching waters.


Cat Island was too big to explore by golf cart, although the marina provided free bicycles for our use. We rented a creaky car, circa 1999, and took a circle tour that included the notable Mt. Alvernia Hermitage built in 1939 by the legendary Father Jerome, also known as the Hermit of Cat Island. Father Jerome was trained as an architect in England before turning to the priesthood. When hurricanes in the early 1900s badly damaged the churches in the Bahamas, he was sent there on a mission, in his capacity as a combination architect/priest, to oversee the construction of hurricane-proof houses of worship. With thick walls and vaulted curved ceilings built of heavy native stone, the churches still survive, five of them on Cat Island itself. During his career he designed churches in England, Australia, and other islands of the Bahamas, served as a priest in the Church of England and later for the Catholic Church, and interspersed by several nomadic years in the U.S. and Canada where he worked a variety of occupations including mule skinner, railway teamster, and laborer, When he retired he returned to the Bahamas where he became legendary throughout the islands for his architectural achievements and his humble piety.


He built and lived out his latter years as a hermit in this miniature replica of a monastery scaled to fit his own very small frame. He chiseled out a steep and curving staircase of steps into the rock outcropping and lined the path with sculpted stone plaques representing the Thirteen Stations of the Cross, all carved by his own hand, Constructed on the summit of Cat Island’s Como Hill – the highest point in all the Bahama Islands at 206 feet – the hermitage commands a breathtaking 360 degree view of the island and surrounding seas.

Our next cruising destination was supposed to be the reputed extraordinarily beautiful island of Rum Cay, but when we called ahead to the marina we were informed it had been completely destroyed by Hurricane Joaquin this past October and was unlikely to be rebuilt. We are now approaching the swath of destruction that Joaquin, as a Category 4, plowed through the southern Bahamas, including Rum Cay and San Salvador Island, and from which they have not yet recovered. As a result we have adjusted our itinerary and are sailing instead to George Town on Great Exuma. A couple of nights there, enjoying the biggest city in the outer islands and topping off our fuel and supplies, and then we will be off the grid for the next week or so as we continue south, anchoring off remote islands en route to our final destination of Providenciales in the Turks and Caicos.

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Most of our trip we’ve been playing cat and mouse with the weather, one day pouring rain, the next day gusting winds, as we continually monitor the forecast to find a weather window in which to move on to the next destination. However we’ve enjoyed consistent Internet, which makes it hard to complain as we kept up to date on the historic blizzard slamming the east coast. Our fractious weather is a result of the far fringes of that massive storm.


Wind kept us in Hopetown for several days, but as soon as it eased up we hopped over to Little Harbour, a funky little settlement with quirky Bahamian bungalows, each obviously owned by someone of unique character. We had hoped to dine at Pete’s Pub, but it was closed amidst full on preparations for Pete’s 22nd Annual 50th Birthday Party! Signs posted along the roadway said “Save LIttle Harbour” and we can only imagine another Florida type development (see Schooner Bay, below) threatening the charm of this little hideaway. Surprisingly, the work of a world famous sculptor who once lived here, and whose family carries on, was on display in a gallery (also unfortunately closed) adjacent to the marina, with the foundry just around the corner.


Our next stop was Schooner Bay, the complete opposite of Little Harbour, an upscale but eerily empty development that looked like a Florida retirement subdivision fronting on man-made waterways. For exploration the island featured the nearby ‘Iron Shore’ where an old shipwreck lies submerged on the jagged rocks. Trying to photograph it, I had to very gingerly navigate the treacherous spiky shoreline. If I hadn’t had my walking stick with me, I wouldn’t have been able to manage it, as three legs were definitely superior to two. Wanting to get low for my shot, I gingerly perched on a carefully chosen tooth of limestone, fervently hoping it wouldn’t puncture a hole in my breeches and backside! Apparently the shipwreck happened on October 1, 1908, when the British steamer SS Hesleyside was caught in a hurricane. Having lost all ability to control the ship in the heavy weather, the captain let out his anchors to ride out the storm, but in an hour or so the anchor chain gave way and the ship was driven on to this unwelcoming shore. Everyone aboard survived, but I can imagine the bloody lacerations incurred as they abandoned ship and struggled to higher ground in raging hurricane force winds and surge.


Our next destination was Spanish Wells, an island so named because it was the last stop for Spanish galleons returning to Europe. They topped off their water supplies here from wells dug for the purpose. Again, golf carts were the accepted mode of transportation. We rented one and toured the island on our first afternoon, but after that walked everywhere as it was only about 3 miles long and everything was close by. Soon after our arrival the predicted rain set in and it poured off and on for 24 hours, preceded the afternoon prior by a most amazing display of sundogs – rainbow colored interlocking arcs and patches of light stretched across the entire sky.

After the rain, when the skies partially cleared, the wind filled in at thirty knots gusting to forty. Rather than stay cooped up on the boat again, Mike and I elected to take a day trip to nearby Harbour Island. We caught the big high speed ferry that makes the round trip daily from Nassau to Spanish Wells to Harbourtown and back again. Wind and surging waves made it hard for the ferry to tie up to Harbourtown’s concrete sea wall, and as soon as all the passengers disembarked it made a hasty departure and we were informed it would not be returning for the afternoon run and that we would be taking alternate transportation home.


Harbour Island is an inviting destination, with history dating back more than 300 years, and a mix of Bahamian local shops and casual takeout elbow to elbow with chic boutiques and upscale restaurants. The guidebooks advise not to be surprised if you cross paths with the rich and famous such as Mick Jagger or Diane Von Furstenberg (neither of which I would recognize face to face). The island possesses a famous pink sand beach considered to be one of the ten most beautiful beaches in the world. Fortuitously, due to the wind direction, on this day the Pink Sand Beach was tranquil and calm, protected in the lee of the island.


We toured Harbour Island end to end, taking time to top off the boat’s supply of bananas when we came across a seaside fruit stand belonging to the self-proclaimed ‘BananaMana’. For lunch we dined at an elegant resort where it was a relief to get out of the blustery air for respite.

We were back at the dock for transport home by 3 p.m. Small but powerful water taxis loaded up groups of passengers and then took off at high speed straight into the wind and waves, crossing the strait between Harbour Island and Eleuthera Island in excellent form. On Eleuthera we were shepherded into waiting vans which then transported us some ten miles or so across the island, where we were shuttled again into another flotilla of water taxis that sped us back to Spanish Wells. Happy to have arrived at our final destination, we didn’t envy the Nassau bound passengers who were in for a rough ride home on the final leg.


We were stalled in Spanish Wells for five nights while the wind continued to howl, but we were comfortable and protected in the marina, which was situated on a sheltered channel of clear inviting water where we took the opportunity to exercise our kayak and paddle board.


Finally, on Monday morning we had the forecast we wanted. By 4:30 a.m. we could hear the engines firing up as the frustrated fishing boats headed out for an early start. When we cast off at sunrise, a small parade of yachts was also exiting the harbor, all taking advantage of the high tide and good weather to move on to their next port of call. In complete contrast to previous days, the wind was non-existent and the sea glassy calm, making for ethereal reflective images and providing an opportunity to entertain myself by attempting to photograph flying fish and long toms as they skipped across the sea surface, fleeing from AVATAR’s oncoming hull.

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Back to Bluewater Cruising!



We’re doing some real live cruising again, heading south towards warmer weather and blue water. Yesterday we caught a mahi mahi trolling from AVATAR’s stern, which was transformed by May into lunch within the hour. Afterwards we plunged into the sea for our first saltwater swim in more than a year. It feels great to be bluewater cruising again!

Mike and I joined Rod and May aboard AVATAR in Palm Beach a little more than a week ago, and the following day we headed south across the Gulf Stream to the Bahamas. This voyage we plan to island hop through the Bahamas until we reach the Turks and Caicos, fly home from there and return for a second Caribbean tour later in the spring.

The weather has been a bit on the wintry side, although nothing like we’ve been reading about in the US with its Arctic chill. Still, our first arrival was in 40 knot wind gusts, sideways blowing rain, and white capped waves. We had to linger outside the harbor entrance until things died down a bit. Thus far we have had primarily overcast skies, a few more squalls, and temperatures in the low 70’s which feels a bit chilly in wind and no sunshine. It is only when the sun comes out that the sea here turns myriad shades of astonishing blues and turquoises.


With persistent windy conditions in the forecast, we’ve been hiding out in marinas for security, not wanting to anchor out in a blow of 30 knots. Our longest layover so far was in Hopetown on Elbow Cay in the Abacos. This was an inviting and entertaining spot with a first rate marina and facilities, rental golf carts for touring the island, and free rides in the resort launch across the harbor to the quaint and charming town and adjacent swimming beach with a long stretch of inviting sand and a gentle turquoise surf rolling on to shore.


A major attraction during our stay was the red and white striped Elbow Reef Lighthouse, just a short walk from our berth. 150 years old, this working lighthouse is the last remaining kerosene powered one in the world. It was built in spite of strong local opposition from a populace that had been profiting from a lucrative occupation luring ships onto the reef and salvaging the contents of the resulting wrecks. It took quite a long time to complete construction of the tower as repeated vandalism by its foes slowed progress.


Now, of course, the lighthouse is the pride of the island. It is open to visit, free of charge, seven days a week. And by request, the lighthouse keeper will allow visitors to come after hours to observe the lighting of the lamp shortly after sunset. This is a lengthy process that requires a period of slow heating before the light finally catches fire and begins to illuminate, eventually revolving slowly as it casts its beam out to sea, warning ships away from the dangerous rocky coast. Another unusual job requirement for the lighthouse keeper is the task of winding up the mechanism every two hours, day and night, a process that has been going on without fail for the past 150 years of the lighthouse’s existence.


We visited the lighthouse three times – the first was the requisite tourist tour by day, climbing the spiraling tower stairs and taking in the spectacular view from the top. We returned the next evening to observe and photograph the lighting process, and a third visit the following night with a change of camera lenses with the goal of photographing the lighthouse beaming its rays into the night.

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Cover Story!

Cover by Carol Brooks Parker

Berthon Lifestyle Magazine XI, Sept 2015

I’m excited to share with you the new issue of Berthon Lifestyle Magazine, a handsome publication produced annually in the UK by Berthon International. That’s my photo on the cover, and inside (pages 16-21) is my article, a six-page feature spread titled “A Photographer’s Story“.

Berthon is a comprehensive yachting service center located in Lymington, England, and has been in continuous business building and repairing yachts since 1877 (not a typo)! The Berthon Yacht Sales Division has an international presence with offices based in France and the USA as well as England.

We’ve known Sue Grant, the managing director, long distance for several years after she was recommended to us by Dashew Offshore to help us sell our sailboat Raven when AVATAR was nearing completion. Under Sue’s guidance Raven was sold quickly and efficiently – even though physically the boat itself was located in New Zealand, our broker was in the UK, we the sellers were at home in Arizona, and the buyer and his agent were based in Florida. All the logistics were handled by long distance phone calls, emails, and Fed Ex. Truly a modern-day international transaction!

Sue is a fan of The AVATAR Logs and she asked me to submit an illustrated article to include in the September issue. But I wasn’t expecting a six-page spread and the cover! The layout is beautiful and I am so flattered to be represented.

I hope you all take time to read it and enjoy. I’m monitoring the mailbox for hard copies being shipped to me from overseas! Here’s the magazine in its entirety – that’s my image from the Cook Islands on the cover, and the feature article, “A Photographer’s Story“, starts on Page 16.

You can view the complete magazine directly online (requires Flash), or download it as a PDF here.

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Barefoot Landing

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Barefoot Landing &emdash; After the Storm - Barefoot Landing, South Carolina 2015

Cruising up the Intracoastal Waterway in the spring of 2015 aboard AVATAR, we were forced to take shelter at a marina as Tropical Storm Ana, the first named storm of the Atlantic hurricane season, worked its way towards landfall in the Carolinas, targeting our exact whereabouts. We selected a location named Barefoot Landing just north of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, and tied up securely with our mooring lines. Then it was a matter of waiting to see how bad the weather would turn out to be.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Barefoot Landing &emdash; 6 Inches of Rain! - Barefoot Landing, South Carolina 2015

As it turned out, Ana took her own sweet time in arriving and we waited several days for the storm conditions to materialize, which gave us time to explore the neighborhood. Ana did eventually come ashore as a full-fledged tropical storm and dumped buckets of rainwater, more than 6 inches worth, in North Myrtle Beach where we were berthed. Fortunately the storm lacked the accompanying hurricane force winds that we were worried about, so we were able to comfortably ride out the deluge aboard the boat, reading books, surfing the web, and watching the rain pour down from heavy grey skies.

Unlike the quiet backwaters of our journey, Barefoot Landing offered a destination mall right next door to the dock with plenty to keep us entertained, including over 100 shops and restaurants, one of the largest reptile farms in the world, an educational tiger preservation exhibit with live tigers, a House of Blues, dinner cruises on a riverboat, bumper cars, an old-fashioned carousel, and a huge biker rally taking place in the parking lot.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Barefoot Landing &emdash; Ducks on a Dock - Barefoot Landing, South Carolina 2015

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Barefoot Landing &emdash; Resident at Alligator Adventure - Barefoot Landing, South Carolina 2015

On an evening stroll, camera in hand, I was drawn to the spinning merry-go-round as it entertained the children, and I started snapping a few photos. Soon I was immersed in the color and motion, trying to capture the essence of these beautifully carved creatures. The original carvers must have been true horsemen as well as accomplished artisans to capture with such fidelity the body language of living horses. From quizzical to panicked, from collected to runaway, each horse resonated with its own personality. The lifelike glass eyes were full of expression, and the chipped paint only added more character.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Barefoot Landing &emdash; Carousel Horse Flaxen 3 - Barefoot Landing, South Carolina 2015

Back on my computer, I researched the Barefoot Landing carousel and learned that it was created in 1990 by the Fabricon Carousel Company in New York, a company that builds new carousels and restores antique carousels as well. The 44 foot diameter Barefoot Landing carousel carries precise resin cast replicas of carvings created by American master carousel carvers from the turn of the last century, including Illions, Dentzel, Muller, Herschell-Spillman and Looff. You, too, can commission your own carousel. Check out Fabricon’s website at

NEW FEATURE:  I’ve always intended to make books from The AVATAR Logs to document our many cruising adventures. Finally I have found a resource that appeals to me, so I’ve begun the rather lengthy process of working backwards through the years. My first book to be completed is ICELAND, which now serves as a template for those to follow. Also completed are CAROUSEL and THE AVATAR LOGS: 2015 Barefoot Landing.

Previews of the books can be played online at no charge, and print and ebook copies are available to purchase. Books have been created in small squares measuring 8″ x 8″, large squares measuring 12″ x 12″ with spiral binding, and digital ebook format for reading on an iPad or downloading a PDF. Ebook copies are included at no extra charge with the purchase of the 12″ square book..

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Photographer Carol Brooks Parker and her husband have been cruising aboard their boat part time for more than ten years, covering a range to date of 36,000 miles and 18 countries. She writes about their cruising adventures and occasional side trips in her blog, The AVATAR Logs, giving each post the…

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The AVATAR Logs: Carousel 8×8

Photographer Carol Brooks Parker and her husband have been cruising aboard their boat part time for more than ten years, covering a range to date of 36,000 miles and 18 countries. She writes about their cruising adventures and occasional side trips in her blog, The AVATAR Logs, giving each post the…

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Side Trip to Iceland

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Sidetrip to Iceland &emdash; Glacier Blues - Jökulsárlón Glacier Lake, Iceland 2015

AVATAR is ‘on the hard’ in North Carolina for the rest of the summer and Mike and I are home catching up on a lot of projects that were put off during our exceptionally busy year of cruising. A few weeks ago my sister Patty and I joined up with a photo workshop focused on Icelandic Horses in (of course) Iceland. Our group of horse loving photographers spent a week in the country at a farmstay near the South Coast. From our home base we enjoyed multiple opportunities to photograph the farm’s herd of 150+ Icelandic mares, foals and stallions, as well as sojourn to a few of Iceland’s stunning scenic highlights.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Sidetrip to Iceland &emdash; Splash - Skálakot Farm, Iceland 2015

One spectacular must-see destination is the famous glacial lagoon Jökulsárlón and the nearby Ice Beach. The lagoon is relatively recent, the result of a warming climate, and is situated at the base of a glacier. Blocks of ice constantly break off from the glacier and float into the lake. The lagoon is at sea level and seawater floods the lagoon at high tide and washes out again, taking the icebergs with it.  The black sand beach and nearby surf is studded with chunks of ice, frosty white and ethereal shades of blue, streaked with black volcanic ash.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Sidetrip to Iceland &emdash; Summer Ice 2  - Jökulsárlón Glacier Lake, Iceland 2015

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Sidetrip to Iceland &emdash; Black Sand, Blue Ice - The Ice Beach, Iceland 2015

Iceland has multiple spectacular waterfalls including Skógafoss (pictured below), Seljalandsfoss where I was able to hike a trail that took me behind its raging cascade, and the partially hidden Gljúfrabúi which is best approached by wading up a stream and ducking through a cleft in a cliff, thus entering a chamber where the 40 meter high waterfall splashes down the the back wall. Waterfall photography has its own particular challenge, as the mist from the downpour quickly coats the lens with water droplets.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Sidetrip to Iceland &emdash; Path to Skógafoss Waterfall - Iceland 2015

The weather was consistently grey, chilly, and drizzly but that only enhanced the color and drama of the landscape, although we were deprived of sunrises, sunsets, and rainbows! We were well prepared, outfitted with rain gear and warm clothing. If we were missing anything, the shops in Reykjavik were stocked with a generous selection of Icelandic wool sweaters, wool caps, wool gloves and mittens, down coats, rain coats, rain pants, and rubber wellies. Winter clothing appears to be a year-round commodity in Iceland! Our transport was a well-used van outfitted with huge off-road tires suitable for navigating back country pasture “roads” like the one pictured below.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Sidetrip to Iceland &emdash; Back Country Road - Skálakot Farm, Iceland 2015

Our itinerary overlapped the summer solstice, when in Iceland’s northern latitudes the sun sets around midnight and rises again before 3 am, and between times is never really dark but just a shade of twilight grey. Technically speaking, the midnight sun only occurs in Reykjavík between the 16th and the 29th of June, since these are the only days of the year when the sun sets after midnight. With our grey skies we didn’t see much in the way of sun, midnight or otherwise, and with the long days and short nights aurora sightings were impossible. But the clouds did open up while we were photographing the black sand beach and basalt cliffs of Vik and we were treated to a taste of Iceland’s beautiful light that transforms the landscape.

Carol Brooks Parker PHOTOGRAPHY: Sidetrip to Iceland &emdash; Midnight Sunset - Vik, Iceland 2015

NEW FEATURE: After years of promising myself I would create a collection of books commemorating each of our many adventures aboard AVATAR, I have finally found a medium that suits my needs. ICELAND is the first book to be completed, and will serve as a template for books to follow. I’ll be working backwards in time and anticipate this to be a long-term project. But for now – welcome to the first book in The AVATAR Logs series!

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The AVATAR Logs: Side trip to Iceland 8×8

Photographer Carol Brooks Parker and her husband have been cruising aboard their boat part time for more than ten years, covering a range to date of 36,000 miles and 18 countries. She writes about their cruising adventures and occasional side trips in her blog, The AVATAR Logs, giving each post the…

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