10.9.14

The only time they get up easily for school
are school days that start with 
DAWN PATROL


it's a film you can watch over and over



and at the end of the film
the film I call "Blue"


they come out happy


and school and all the world
are put right again...

4.9.14


" The Smoker  "

he's becoming my alter boy...
post surgery gifts
and thanks
to all my guardian angels for looking after me


24.8.14

They are punch drunk on happiness

we all are...

Earthquakes do this to you.

Make you happy to just be alive.


Pancakes were made

which they decided to eat in wetsuits


and there was a south swell 

causing big wave energy


and everyone ran down the hill 

whooping like Indians

and things felt technicolour and alive

and special 



22.8.14


Friday night dinner table...

One can not improve on nature

it is perfect 

always.

(p.s. fabulous photo, courtesy of Bruce Usher )

17.8.14

one hero dies
but another one is discovered...


surf photography

15.8.14


Jay Adams


The original Z boy, 

Dogtown skater

 surfer extraordinaire ...

 who went from fame to prison and spent 24 years in turmoil and despair. 

He was more comfortable on a skateboard or a surfboard, than on foot...stylistic wonder boy, the guy who made southern California skating what it is today ...

May there be empty swimming pools  and big waves waiting for you in heaven.











13.8.14

10.8.14

a love story about summer...
I've been thinking all week about Jone, 
as we picked and cooked and labelled the jars...

She's the one who taught me what it meant to go to the mountains
in Spain
to carry a delicious picnic, and pick and laugh and end up scratched from 
brambles and vine.

Then go home dirty tired to start in the next day 
cooking
 and making a mess
 filling the house with the warm smell of jam.

Now I pick blackberries for jam,
and Tennessee can't wait to taste the first spoonful
and all of this reminds one of how life keeps  living
even though my friend
is now gone...

2.8.14

Sometimes
i see you in the clouds
or in my rearview mirror
walking, 
always walking...
New York, London
 Paris, Lisbon,
those were the places 
we came to know each other.


Walter Earl Cotton

friend
photographer
muse
reader of books and lover of wide open spaces
a man who liked your lipstick and remembered your dress size
letter writer
adventurer, risk taker.

He lived life on his own terms.

Dear Walt, 

I still miss you...


2 August 1946 - 12 February 2008


29.7.14

5 o'clock siren
stinson beach
high summer

23.7.14

High summer bounty
Gospel Flat Farms this evening...
as if one didn't feel lucky enough
with the honor system
and the squash blossom in their little jars of water
and the beautiful local flowers
but best of all
there is an art gallery!
our local,
Gospel Flat Farms
Bolinas, California

20.7.14

write a letter
to someone you love
even if you feel you don't know how to paint or write
do it anyway

16.7.14

beautiful
in my post box today
ojobox

more mail less email
gift of gifts

10 July 2014

2 January 1933 - 10 July 2014


14.7.14

high summer

suntan

salt fried 

surf...

bare feet

rad wave

haiku

(for my son)

12.7.14

Adios Ramones

it's the end of an era.

( Tommy Ramone, January 1952 - July 2014 )


On the morning school run, my fifteen year old plays you  

REAL LOUD

just the way it should be....



11.7.14

dive in... 
It's high summer 
already
Here on the west coast
it's fog
cloud
sun 
wave, 
mystery...