There are strange things done in the midnight sun, By women searching for Trolls
When I found myself out and about, on Creek Street taking a stroll
Taking in the art, the breeze from the sea, then suddenly he appears.
Ray himself, guitar in tow, where he lives in the last frontier.
I have long wanted to meet the amazing artist, Ray Troll. Today was my lucky day!
Thanks so much @ray.troll for the history talk, the art discussion. It was a privilege.
Coincidentally we also bumped into Eric‘s cousin!
Marie Loveless
What a great day in Ketchikan.
