we judge everything

turn your back to the future~

the future isn't within city walls

i love being awake and out on the world surface with feet~ before everyone ~ human

i stare at wake / i stay awake

the city fades into the cold /cloud cover

toward adventure~ this little lady pulled up with kids and mom driving. . . yeah . . . i love Adventurewagons / on actual adventures

http://blownbrown.blogspot.com/2011/04/moms-with-adventurewagons.html

i turn around and see a log jam wonderland and the glory of Rocky with a fire and campsite

we paddle out ~

we paddle out to face, as i crest the shore pound /a huge sea lion killing a giant salmon, slapping it back and forth smacked onto the water with blood and guts flying~ staring me down, i paddle away from the horror

there are no shoulders to these waves, just a cold lust

we spend hours of our lives staring at waves as they approach us

we judge them

a left ? a right ? a curtain wall of a black closeout

mandatory surfboards in the wilderness shot

black sands and pure white high tide doom

Zeus

SPUME

the cold and the wet greet us to a spring flat fling

wienie bake w/ campfire tea

this is what a clear cut looks like

those mounds of scrap wood and brush / will be torched in November of some year

old stumps make you cry as you drive home

this clear cut is ten years old ~

this is what the forests of today look like

loggers and their rock monuments / usually much larger

you could just see the beauty of the west / and not document the damage

heavy pewter sky / as visiting a graveyard / battlefield / massacre

found this Lloyd Kahn book he surfs and builds shelter / wrote Shelter in the sixties / drives around taking pictures of beautiful hand made homes and sheds / cottages and structures built by artists / craftsmen

the price~ his books, including Shelter and Home Work are marvels / buy one for your mom or dad for their birthday or for yourself

on the ferry i want to launch one of these ~ and leap off the deck into the sound

the city isn't home

but i am

NE!L~

delaware surf

when i travel out to see the folks / and the east coast kids / i usually lay up in Delaware for a few weeks / pretend to be Selkirk/ marooned on an island, i hack a pair of shorts/ stop bathing and resume my routine

wake up at five / drive to either Indian river or whiskey beach and surf / no matter what the conditions / or what size the oceans sails my way / i love these predawn patrols / the dolphins and their baby's come to say hi / usually just me and MeeMee freezing in the water / waiting for sets / and the sun to come up / i need to be in the water before sunrise

then i surf until i can't move / go home to a huge Josephina breakfast / a quick nap / try to go thrift'n / hit the beach again with kids for epic shorepoundings / fishing and hermit crabbing

back at the shack for games and more food / maybe a boat ride / and then another dusk off surf check / and back at home for cards / games and desserts / now you know why i love Delaware, Sea Colony and the UpInTheAirHouse

thanks Grandma and Grandpa~and little Ms. Meemee for patiently taking these photo's and enduring hours of boredom

NE!L~not in the green rm.

typer

once upon a time a three year old taught herself how to write~ so she could slip this note into my pocket

to read a book about a guy who dies at night / flying the mail around / like the author who would die a decade later / the same way

i pick these things up at yard sales in the summer and read them all winter~ this one is very good~ written by a NYC police detective karate instructor

just gotta love this forlorn cover~

Jake's childhood buddies sent this over for us to read, pretty good short stories and printed on one of those modern Espresso book machines / instant paperbacks / while you wait / i suppose you could write one and print it the same day while waiting in line/ good job Zolton / send me more

some lite reading~ i just wish the text was as beautiful as the illustration

this book is fantastic~ these lunatic are doing 2000 push ups in fifteen minutes and 1o,ooo sit ups every half hour ~ 300 chin-ups in five minutes

i've been looking for one of these

you should buy a copy of this book / if you can find one~

it's like a magic trick show~

dragon claw is very similar to using the force

parkour on your back

apparently if you dig a hole an inch deeper everyday and leap out of it everyday you can dig forever and . . . what ?

two new cameras came home with me~

Analog

my son dashiell draws wonderful birthday cards

ducks in her shirt

hand training the chickens

shoulder walking, chicken pirates

i listen to AM radio

does it really need to be imported ? can't American candy companies make fake grass / to eat

all the decals were gone / or i would have bought it / love the name and the idea / USA

we blow bubbles

i buy blue machines / like this

my son throws old guys around

you will die ~ NE!L~

sandblasted

rocky and i had been trapped in his van for eight hours by sideways rain and gale force winds~

sitting high upon the bluff staring at white caps running clear out to sea~ all the trees flattened a wedding party destroyed, a lacy white pagoda sent tumbling across the sand and log

and we sit in the van trapped / talking and cursing / driving the coast looking for protection / someplace to paddle out

watching fireworks ~ it's Treaty days~ like watching drive-in movies underwater the explosions instantly suppressed / muffled / fizzled we sit in vans / sleep

the next morning the world is breaded in inches of sand glazed wonder ~

encapsulated

a smaller world made by children /the sand bites at our ankles

we drive away. . .

NE!L~