heron

fern gully

psycho(loca)lized

I...WE...had an interesting start to the new year.

yesterday....
I
came face to face with
the (one of many) town crazy.

I had walked to the mart for 13 bean soup fixens....beans, onion, tomato, cilantro.
I already had the ham hock.

on my way home...
I stopped to take a couple pics of the geese
that were occupying the Martella Farm pasture land

next thing I know....
some guy is yelling at me
cursing
coming up the street at me
with a big stick in his hand

I look around...
'cuz...well...you know
he couldn't possibly be talking to me

oops...

he's coming at me
yelling at me
telling me
I can't take pics
HERE

Where?

really...
i'm standing in the street
public street...that is
taking pics
of geese

needless to say...
he came right up to me
shaking his stick
telling me to leave

scared the crap out of me

I thanked him...and left.

what was I going to do...
throw a can of tomato & green chili at him?

I hurried home
trying to gain my composure before walking in the door

no such luck

I was in tears
angry
upset
at being scared
on a street
that I walk
all the time

not a good scenario
for the cute boy

I think I got out the words

"threatened"
"some guy"
&
"stick"

he was out the door
and
pissed

at this point...
my imagination has gotten the better of me

do I call the sheriff to report the harassment?
or...
call the sheriff to protect the crazy from
the wrath of gaz?

not to worry though...

the guy wouldn't come out of his cabin
while gaz screamed at him
threatening to pull him out
through the window and beat him silly

my hero
(chivalry is not dead)

the sheriff did come
I did give my report
and...being familiar with this particular guy
the sheriff
gave him a talking to

of course...

I'm still laughing at the irony of it all

small town drama
lack of meds
threats of violence

all for
a peaceful picture

of geese



ps.....we surfed today

New Year

The last day of 2009 fought its way to the end.

sustained winds of 40
gusts of 55
sideways rain
20ft @ 10 seconds

for most of the day
&
into the night

Our guests quietly arrived & left
before the storm hit.

Seven in total....

wish list

The V-man wrote up his list for Santa last night.

And...

He was kind enough to include a lil sumpin sumpin for dear ol' mom.

You got that Santa!?!






Happy Holidays All!

a season of...

brokenness
emergencies
misgivings

the other pea in the pod
has called it quits
after 20 years
this has shattered any fantasy
of a perfect match
that...i ever had

the artist
has been in & out
of the emergency room
with his new squeeze
for weeks now
she's back there tonight
good energy to you M

this time of year
depresses me deeply
i struggle to keep
my usual schedule
the
emotional roller coaster?
stifled
with every ounce of type A
i can muster

here's to...

a new year
good health
good surf

hiatus

i hadn't surfed for two months

shitty conditions
kid/job/life
obligations

there are days
that i truly hate myself
for always being
responsible

so when i paddled out last monday
after a weekend of domesticity
baking (for the cute boy's birthday)
laundry
& pretty sure i scrubbed a toilet in between hoards of hand washed dishes

wasn't expecting much
wasn't expecting anything

just needed
just wanted

to get wet

below freezing air temp
48 degree water
crystal clear day
4 @ 13

gaz & i paddled out at finicky's
quickly joined by jeff & farmer blake
the lone surfinoregon coveting the left at crab pots
eventually joined us
as link (the other gazza) finally suited up & made his way out

caught a handfull
before the chill set in
blue & shaking
barely able to sit on my board

sun glare
big locals
making their presence known

it felt good to be home

thirteen

once
every blue moon
i see her
passion
a glimmer
untarnished
with life

shroom town

nooner

de fuca

birthday present from the cute boy

de fuca



now gracing my office wall....next to the b&w surfy pics of the cute boy

rookie luck

my first attempt at fishing salmon
ran a kwikfish
hooked the first...a hen...not 20 minutes after putting in the drift
took me almost 20 minutes to land it
i was nervous
24 pounds

hooked the second...a buck...about an hour later
28 pounds

Gaz hooked his...a hen at over 30 pounds...just after I landed the buck

Happy Birthday to ME!

Gaz with my buck..

my hen & buck...

I can fish...

Super bright hen by Gaz...

Uncle John...the patient expert.

fall...

Finished at dusk.
Shapes in the shadows.
Lone coyote.
Me.

Noll

surf contests...are nothing like swim meets

swimming...is not subjective
you race...the clock
no one...judges you

surfing....on the other hand
up against...mother nature
a panel...of judges

the cute boy...

slip kid

The V-man has been busy creating...



Van did all of this on his own. He built all of the lego* sets, moved each piece, etc... Took every individual pic by himself....on his own camera.

My contribution....?....i downloaded the pics from his camera to my computer, added music & uploaded the whole sh'bang here.

He's 9.

Look out George Lucas...

* most of the legos used to build the base belonged to Van's dad & uncle when they were kids.
ie: these legos are 35+ years old

warlock

I was on the phone with the cute boy tonight as I pulled into the parking lot.

It was empty...save for me.

I mentioned that the emptiness...
while generally relished...
had started to creep me out.

I often let my imagination get the better of me.

His advice...don't talk to or go with anyone.
And...keep your fist clenched until you hit bone.

I assured him...
I keep my key grasped between my fingers like a weapon.

With that...I started off on my usual hike.

Wouldn't you know it...not ten minutes in...
I came upon a guy pissing on the trail.

Nice.

For close to twenty years I've been hiking Hoyt.
I have never felt unsafe in these woods.

But every now & then...
I do get spooked.

I see things...


...the warlock that watches over me as I trudge up the hill.

Cursed imagination...

saturday boys