a real rain came

It strikes me how my favorite photos are so often just flat reproductions of other people's art.  Sorry people.  I'm not trying to steal your thunder.  Honest.  I'm just trying to capture the sound.

These were taken in February, mostly around Lake Calhoun.

 

 "S'more Horse" dessert made for an Oscar Party.

 Trading Cards inspired by Willow; made for Sarah's V-Day treasure hunt.  Each card had a clue on the back, leading my winsome lady down a path besieged with more peril, intrigue, chocolate and coffee than correspondant cases of spondyloepiphyseal dysplasia in the aforementioned film.

Guerneville Minnesota

I left my BART in San Francisco. walked.

Random photos from the bay. Enjoy.

got my hiking boots on and their well-worn soles are going slosh hiccup slosh all over the curbs and potholes

Fuel me up, I want to go explore damnit! What's that? $4.75 for a 12oz. poorly flavored mocha? Thanks Santa Rosa but I shall pass on this one. Ok! How about I try again? I'm ready to go and I expect great things from you, gimme some of that bitter sweet life-love juice! Ah, ok, over-priced, sure, but delicious and extremely photogenic. Congrats. Anyway, I'm off to Armstrong woods to witness the giant redwoods in all their glory! Should I head out by bike? Take Biscuit for a nice run along Sebastopol Ave. under the highway and along that kickass mural? Nah. Let's go by car! Lots of folks looking for work today outside the ol' GS Market. I always see them standing there but never see them getting picked up. One of these days I'm just going to park and watch. Witness the secrets of day labor world. Do they lean in windows prostitute like, extolling the virtues of their grape picking fingers? Biscuit rides shotgun, noble as a crowned prince of some lesser slavic nation circa the 16th century. Oh! A gas station blossoms yonder! I shall exploit its passe color scheme from the vantage of my modern aesthetic sophistication. Oh gas station, you are too cute with your little solid lines swooping upon the yawning sky/rooftop! Kudos to you little sentinel of The American Way. Are those hula-hoops or curling wires in your backyard? Could an errant child mistake your industrial after-birth for a spirited playland?

Wet leaf, can you direct me to the avenue of the giant redwoods? I would like to bask for a moment in their splendor, forgetting if briefly my socio-economic woe circa emergence in a macro-perspectival wonderland of woodsiness.

What about you bunch of leaves? Who has bound you so? Have you anything to say about the location of giant trees? My, you are majestic. Do you know where the redwoods are hiding? Laura, you certainly must know where lie thy trees of giant stature? Ah, thanks!