July 7th

“Prehistoric Gardens, look Eric dinosaurs.”
“I like dinosaurs.”
“I know, in 13 miles.”

“It’s got to be better than the walk through safari,” which from our moving southbound 101 vantage point seemed to be animals in cages.
12 miles later.

“It’s coming up.”
“Ooooh.” Prehistoric Gardens WAS in fact better than the walk though safari.

A very tall stoned looking smiley tyrannosaurs rex stood outside the gift shop and we could see other equally concrete dinosaurs behind the fence.

I didn’t stop or slow down, but waited for the inevitable:
“You know if we have time tomorrow, I totally want to stop.”
“I know. We’ll have time.”

Apparently we did. But just for this picture.

Dying flower....soft as I feel right now

Soft, like red wine, a long year, and two days left.
Soft, like things I'm too tired to write right now.
Soft and open like my heart feels lately.
Soft and safe.

kelp knot

I want to be at the beach.










I want it to be warm enough to walk barefoot in a t-shirt with my jeans rolled up. I want to be watching the surf with a cup of coffee. Today, I don't get any of those things, but I took this picture when I went for a day trip last month; at least I like this picture. And Paul Simon, who is pretty much the only thing I want to be listening to lately.

a tall order...

but none the less, a gradly noble idea.

South Texas Picture Post 2

I feel sick and bleeeck today. Here's a picture!

South Texas Picture Post 1

Pretty pictures until I have the energy to write and be clever. A pelican taken from Jim's Pier, a bayside institution. Jim's Pier is a few blocks from our beach house and a fun place to see all sorts of sea fauna. This time we saw this fellow and a slow moving sea turtle. So very cool.

picture post

I fly to Texas on Wednesday morning for my grandmother's memorial on Thursday. I'm not actually thinking about anything that might make me upset right now, I'm saving that until my family is around... So, here is a picture post. I've been taking photos of graffiti for years now, my favorite is happy or silly, or graffiti that professes love or affirms life. This one is one of my favorites, taken under the mirror at a bathroom of a local restaurant.

I wrote for six hours today,

but none of it was fun, but I finally feel almost confident about entry 1 of my national boards. I hate them, they are hell, however this picture, taken January 2nd in the Columbia Gourge is, at least pretty, and all I can muster up right now. I do have the idea for the next actual post, if I ever get around to it.

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