Category: Self Portrait Tuesday

I could take this week seriously and try to choreograph a self portrait for the element “air,” or I could just dig something up from yesterday’s photovault and call it a day. Which is just what I have done, because it has been just that kind of day, so far. I wonder what everyone else has been submitting for the “Earth, Air/Wind and Fire” challenge…

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We are chomping through granny smiths at Moss Beach, watching the tide slip back over the reef, watching a school group return to their bus up the hill. I ask Ford if he is excited about starting school in the fall. He is. But he hesitates, then continues that he is going to miss coming to the beach as often as we do.

Then I start to daydream about having a boat in Santa Cruz for the weekends, a swaying slumberpad, beach hub, newhaven.

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A Saturday afternoon and we’re walking through the sweaty corridor of Haight street in San Francisco. We are passing a man who wants money for weed. I smell nothing but incense and urine and pizza and sweat, and I wonder if Haight will ever grow up out of its Tibetan-American phase, whether Chas will ever grow out of his nipple fascination.
No, and probably not.

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