Red Lamp

California, August 2013

GoPro Outing: Highlands Ranch Backcountry Area Morning Ride

Uphill through the trees in the Highlands Ranch Backcounty Area.

Into the open.

Deer Creek Open Space

Took a few hours a week ago to climb up Plymouth Mountain to take some photographs and get into some quiet air. After putting in six miles I was fairly spent, but I managed thoroughly enjoy myself.

Under Plymouth Mountain's summit heading down from the peak.

Abundant greens and moisture in the forest on this particular morning.

From the top of Plymouth Mountain looking down to Chatfield Lake to the east. 

Parked

Had car problems the other morning.

Weather change

Afternoon light.

Early fall beach days

About two weeks ago, my lovely Lumberjack took flight off the roof of my roommate's car after a six hour session at Blackies. I was devastated to say the least. Now it is time to get another long board, and I had no second thoughts about going straight to Almond to grab an order form and start thinking/doodling what my next log will be. 

Jeep Camping

A friday night trek out to the high desert to camp in the car and watch for shooting stars.

Summer Evenings.

The simple pleasures of life.

Useful Art

Alone and together, my girlfriend and I love to collect shells, driftwood, or any oddity that washes up on the beach and catches our eye. In the past, our backpacks and towels became bags to tote around our findings and while this worked fine, any belongings that happened to occupy the bags prior to the shells showing up would become entrenched in sand and moisture. To save our belongings (and have more room for collections) we thought that having a dedicated shore finding bag was in order. After we each had our hand at painting one side of the same canvas bag, this is what we had as our new beach findings bag.

                      

                                   Her side                                  //                              My side

Window in the sky.

Chinatown, July 2011

Today.

The family that feeds together.

My girlfriend and I have been apartment sitting for a close family friend for close to a week now. When we began, we were told to watch for raccoons at night; they will come by looking for cat food left out for the alley cats. Well, here they are. I was cooking some eggs a few nights ago when I heard her call me to come quickly to the front door. Upon arriving at the door and looking out into night, I was presented with the sight of this family of three Raccoons devouring the cat food left by the front door. I was amazed. It was hard for us to not want to sit there and watch them go about their life. We're hoping to see them again soon.

Blooming.

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Door 4

Potato.

Apparently if you put a plain old potato in a jar of water, it will reanimate and spawn branches. Sick.

Lush alcoves.

Nothing compares to the peace felt when sitting and purely enjoying the life in a garden.

Mist.

Into the fog. San Onofre, June 2011.

Water drops.

My dad swam out and snapped a few shots of myself and the general scene at San O on this day.

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An oily sea.

I paddle out.

GoPro mounted on the tail of my Almond Lumberjack. All it took was a fin plug, some some resin and fiberglass, and bam; a very solid GoPro.

Necking.

(Rosewood)