Malibu. 2008.
Maybe by posting pictures taken in warm, sunny weather, I'll encourage the current weather system to get it's fucking act together.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Summer
Camp. 2006.
Cool grass. Hazy, long-lit evenings. Tendrils of hair sliding into the breeze. Melted chocolate that stays liquid for hours. Tanned skin, still holding the afternoon heat and the smell of the river.
A quieting of the mind. A place where ripples and song and branches bowing within the blue domed sky occupy errant thoughts, and keep us present, just here.
Cool grass. Hazy, long-lit evenings. Tendrils of hair sliding into the breeze. Melted chocolate that stays liquid for hours. Tanned skin, still holding the afternoon heat and the smell of the river.
A quieting of the mind. A place where ripples and song and branches bowing within the blue domed sky occupy errant thoughts, and keep us present, just here.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Dark Waters
Leonard Lake, CA. 2010.
Early morning, looking shoreward from the dock on Leonard Lake. Headed up past Ukiah for this weekend yoga retreat.
Early morning, looking shoreward from the dock on Leonard Lake. Headed up past Ukiah for this weekend yoga retreat.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Movement Is Apparent
Davis, CA. 2010.
Dance party at Megan's. Late, after everyone from the bbq had gone home. Somehow, we were all appropriately drunk and ready to dance in her kitchen. So we did. I took photos, some with flash, and some, like this one, without.
We danced, laughed, searched for better songs on her playlist. It was warm and comfortable and happy. Nothing was wrong. A few people had headlamps on their wrists and foreheads, making light trails through the dusk.
Dance party at Megan's. Late, after everyone from the bbq had gone home. Somehow, we were all appropriately drunk and ready to dance in her kitchen. So we did. I took photos, some with flash, and some, like this one, without.
We danced, laughed, searched for better songs on her playlist. It was warm and comfortable and happy. Nothing was wrong. A few people had headlamps on their wrists and foreheads, making light trails through the dusk.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Bridging
On the train to Davis. 2010.
That's a lot of concrete. This is looking up at the Vallejo bridge, heading east. I love infrastructure.
That's a lot of concrete. This is looking up at the Vallejo bridge, heading east. I love infrastructure.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
A:C (too much pressure)
Outside yoga, Adeline Street. 2010.
Someone was nice enough to spray paint my initials on this brick wall.
Someone was nice enough to spray paint my initials on this brick wall.
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