Two Walks

Morning bliss, along the Eel River…

Inevitably, the return to the Pacoima Wash…

And yet, here I remain, urbanized.
Looking at in pictures, this strikes me as self-destructive folly.
What am I thinking?
Deep down, I would be bored living in the country, that’s what I’m thinking.
Lovely in doses, but far from the shifting tectonic plates of the once and future Americas.
Away from history.
There it is.

Up there on a visit

In the folly of youth, I found this road tedious and provincial
In the folly of youth, I found this road to town tedious and provincial
Even the Valley Oaks were
Even the Valley Oaks bored me
Why couldn't there be something cool and relevant, like a freeway?  At long last I'm getting my wish
Why couldn’t there be something modern and relevant, like a freeway? At long last I’m getting my wish. (Note the horses)
You can eat these organic, pastured cows at the pub in town. Farm to table they stay in-county.
You can eat these organic, pastured cows at the pub in town. Farm to table, they stay in-county.
Getting dark, almost home
Getting dark, almost home
Hippie splendor at dusk on the upstairs balcony
Hippie splendor at dusk on the upstairs balcony
My father likes to talk as he gardens. To my horror I have  many of the same mannerisms
My father likes to talk as he gardens. To my dismay, I have developed many of the same mannerisms.
My cousins are characters. They smoked me under the table in about an hour.
My cousins are characters. They smoked me under the table in about an hour.
Mendocino Gothic
Mendocino Gothic