camp rave-claw

four adults, two children, two dogs and assorted gear, begin the weekend~ crowded~tight
my ear illuminated

trippin' out over the swirling pattern of grain in the log jam



the world ends in puddles~ mud puddles



i was hoping for some hot, whale on whale action




surf magazine generic art












two tarps, one smoky, smoky fire
















it never stopped raining, it was as though summer had slipped passed and it was the end of October, without the swell




















jazzercise girl adjusts the tarps
























Rocky's dog Zeus shows up and there's a three way battle in the waves over stick and who can wear their teeth down to the gums




























very wet, very, very pathetic~
































camp rave-claw



































































































the gang huddled~ looking for protection from sideways rain, wind and smoke induced burning eyes






















i just loved this submerged old growth log and root ball, so vanishing
















































tinsil

























beatrix


























getting the hell outta' the rain and driving home, over it




























on the ferry



























the city under cloud over water~ home






























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