Tuesday, June 9, 2009

It's still the same, that feeling.
The sand still surrenders to my feet, the surf continues it's thrumming, and the moon still reflects off the ocean in a carpet of glass.
Though I always seem to share these moments in solitude, I never feel apart or alone.
Some how this experience never fails to give me enormous joy and the sure knowledge that I am a part of something grand, glorious, and beyond beautiful.
It's still the same, a Southern California beach at midnight.








Friday, February 6, 2009

HAPPY 62nd

Farmer John







"Peanut, exhibit A"


Sunday, January 25, 2009

Finally, after all this time, some land of my own.


View to the west under a weird bowed tree.


Our "jungle"



Renee's "Magic Forest"


Hundred year old miner's shack.




It has been said that a man is not a man until he has some land of his own. I don't know about all that but, despite my continued attempts to screw up, I've managed to get my own.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009