Another camera made it into my life, a point and shoot. Looks like I smeared the lens (with butter?) in a few…. jesus. And my faithful canon A1 has suffered much abuse under my “care,” evidenced by the odd light leaks that sneak in at times. Here is a collection of moments bookending this fall. September and December; NY and CA.
A proud and mischevious huntress.
Bolinas Lagoon, by myself on my bike.
On the other side waited a friend, a heaping plate of caramelized sweet potatoes, and egg-thieving raccoons.
Surveying the surf. It was cold.
RMHett, being a boss back in September.
Improvising a microwaved dinner in the Plattsburgh, NY Econolodge.
Salvation! Found friends at Fledging Crow Farm. Harvested and processed vegetables, played bingo afterwards. It was one of those cup-overflowing afternoons.
Great washstation setup.
Rando Adirondack hikers. Nice bros that smoked me out not pictured.
En route to a morning surf with Sean!
From within the belly of the Space Ace.
Paul and mom prepare for a Christmas dinner.
Oh yes. Here’s to a new year.
Last year we rode to half moon bay, 30 strong. This year we returned with 40 (including my mom and this rad be-dreaded man making his way back to Tucson and his 5 year-old daughter). There were a few spills, a few flats, and even a cracked frame, but all in all it was a good reminder of how life can cut you to the quick, in the best way.
The red badge of courage.
Miscreants – all got ticketed for helmetless riding.
We collectively did over 90 pullups (that’s Tim doing the first 50).
Now this life-as-a-play I wouldn’t mind living for the rest of my days.