126. Pacific Ocean At Montara BeachSunshine Valley Road, Montara CA
July 18, 2014

Sleeping late on swaddled mornings analogue in the fog, just green dream of cypresses and lines of pines in sagebrush hills – “Can’t keep a garden here” mom salting snails and slugs dirt clod back yard, artichoke’s all thorns fox tails and cat thistles on the bulkhead dogs yelping around a mole mound – playing […]

March 1, 2014

Such pure and vivid memory; Poignant visually, odorously, tactilely. Reluctant morning. The houses on Cedar Street clinging to a last tendril of fog underneath the pines and the eucalyptus. Through breaks in the trees, Montara Mountain. High peaks that shelter but also ensconce the town, divide the town from the exciting world. Far off the […]


July 22, 2013

Fog mornings in the Bay Area. The Pacific Ocean, not done at the beach, has gone airborne and washed over the Bay. A wave. Daily frequency. From a pre-dawn peak, a fog-clogged Peninsula, Golden Gate fogswaddled, lean fingers laying low in odd inland places. Morning arrives. Sun goes to work, fog recedes. A gorgeous day […]

March 25, 2012

I remember pampas grass. It grows in large clumps. You’d break off a swatch of the stuff and it was like a bamboo cane. Hurt like hell if you got whacked with one. A big kid would get one, and everybody’d scatter. You’d go running, tearning ass through the dirt clod paths, mud paths, under […]