You should see the glory. Oh if I could only upload a photo after the fact.
Multi-level protest: by land, by sky, by sea (ok, river).
Rappellers dangling their bodies off the bridge of a major interstate freeway, 230 feet above the river, to display a sign, 30 ft in height: “Coal Oil Gas: None Shall Pass”
Creative and enormous paper mache protest art, worn on harnesses and headdresses attached to trains of people. Kayaks, yachts, party boat, house boat, sail boats, the coast guard and the county sheriff.
One belligerant right-wing news blogger. We got along well until I was forced to utilize my sarong.
Sarongs have magical powers.
This protest, unlike most I’ve attended, also had power. Perhaps, even an impact.
The culmination of the event.
I run off the dock and jump into the river.
There, I find one other person.
He is beautiful. Greek-God Adonis beautiful. Beyond, actually.
Two days later: After singing protest songs, hiking in the gorge, scheming to summit mountains, watching kite-surf races, swimming in more rivers, drinking wine & star-gazing, he and I part ways, and he continues his journey home.
A good perch
A different perspective
Farmers Market, a taste of local flavors.
Wealth in any community comes from its people and their efforts to beautify every member.
Rain's finally here again, after one of the hottest summers I've had in the city, a comfort of home.
...and this is how I found out Ornette Coleman has died...
We started the walk in bright sun and a light breeze. I convinced myself that the dark clouds in the distance were blowing away from us. I was wrong. Wet dog, wet human.
Graffiti and Ghost Signs