Some days require keeping your nose to the grindstone, working your bottom off, and a couple pots of coffee to keep the pups primed.
This is the opposite of that kind of day. The kids are in school, most of the tourists are between here and there. It is a day of reflection, listening to the birds by the bay, the gentle lapping of the wavelets against the pilings. … Tomorrow is another day, but today, I am comfortable.
Pimelometopon pulchrum: The California sheepshead ranges from Monterey Bay to the Gulf of California with the largest populations in the lower half of the range, south of Point Conception. It is usually caught at the edges of kelp beds and rocky shores where its main diet consists of mollusks, lobsters, crabs, and small fishes. It is not related to the sheepshead of the Atlantic coast and the Gulf of Mexico. And, even more important, it is mightily tasty!
This image is one of my favorites of Ocean Beach. People are going about their business. There are five separate conversations going on, and when I look at the large image, I swear I can hear the voices. 😉
I am not really hearing the voices, but I can read the body language. A few are drinking a beer and watching the sun as it sets behind the ocean. The cops are talking to a whole group of skate boarders. A woman is walking alone, glancing at the setting sun. Some of these people will sleep here tonight.
Graffito is all over the world. The earliest forms are found on rocks, and in caves. All graffiti are put in their places by the hands of humans. What do they, the creators, see? What do they see when they spit colors across their hands placed on the wall of a cave when they move their hands away and see the void in the color where their hands were just moments ago? Do they look into the future and see the shadows of their descendants looking backwards through time, with the imagination to see into the eyes of the human creator? Do they exchange quantum moments of entanglement?
I hope so. It is what I see. It is what I strive for in my photos.
This was a wonderful evening. These boys had spent the evening dancing across the surface of the sea with the wind and the surf. They had sat on their boards, watching the horizon, looking for any wave that caught their eyes. It did not have to be the perfect wave, the moment was perfect sitting on the gently rolling swells, only occasionally speaking with each other.
Even now, as they leave the sea, walking beside each other, they spoke not a word. The rhythm of the surf breaking against the pilings of the pier, and the call of the gulls, was all that could be heard. The boys of the sun were on their way forward, leaving their love behind, to rejoin common man.
I love performers, performance art, musicians, artists. Jean is all the above as well as, an author, a teacher, and a composer.
I was so incredibly lucky to be able to work with Jean, through The Snapshots Foundation, for several days. In those days, I had the pleasure to watch Jean teach several Master Classes in a couple locations with beautiful Organs, and wonderful students. Watching him teach with as much passion as he performed was very warming, as you could see the admiration in the eyes of the students for the man, and in the eyes of the man, you could see his historical perspective as he worked with the future. It was amazing.
Wandering around in the valley, I came across this culvert with its walls covered in colorful graffiti. The colors of the paint contrasting with the luminescent green algae, and the urban location of this image are some of the things that keep bringing me back to this image.
I wonder about the people that painted these walls. Was it practice? Who did they think they were painting this for? It can only be for themselves. Like the walls of caves, long time deserted, this art will stand through time. Here is the heart of man.
It is hard for me to say anything particular about this image. I just like it.
In this study of a Garden Spider’s web in the evening sun, I love the way the web refracts the sunlight. Look at that little cone of colors, to the right of the spider, it is a soft focused part of the web, but the way the light is caught on the tiny droplets of the web. The tiny drops are the sticky trap part of the web.
This image is beautiful in its small version, but at twenty inches by thirty inches, it is an eye catching jewel.
