four adults, two children, two dogs and assorted gear, begin the weekend~ crowded~tightmy 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
