Monday, September 24, 2007

the beach

Here's a picture of the Cliff House facing out over the Pacific. It's a place where you can listen to the waves crash, take in the sea air, look out over snow-capped . . . oh wait, that's bird shit.

Monday, September 17, 2007


The fantasy here consists of 1) the thing being written, 2) that it might one day be finished (not likely), 3) that it might amount to something upon being finished (see #2), and 4) people will wash my feet with their tears at how beautiful it is.

I'm pretty sure that if someone had direct access to my stream of consiousness they would alternate between long periods of tedium (over things like fantasies about lunch) and occasional outbursts of horror (over things like fantasies about eating humans for lunch). My theory is that the written page, or photos of the written page, or any such thing, keeps that stream of consciousness from interrupting real life too abruptly.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

owl redux

I put this picture up about a year ago. The other day I saw a grown-up version and wondered if this kid had moved back to the neighborhood, now about three times the size. It didn't seem to recognize me and wouldn't let me get close enough for an updated picture. But as long as there are rats to eat, the owl is welcome to stick around.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Saturday, September 08, 2007


This was a traumatic week for the above pet. Out of a sense of decorum I didn't provide a close-up of the shaved rear leg, but it was opened up a couple of days ago to remove some kind of tumor that had prevented her from walking on it. Fortunately for the dog the surgery wasn't any more expensive than euthanasia (just kidding!!). She appears to be fine (considering she had her leg cut open) and can take a joke. If she's in any pain, she doesn't appear to know it.

Monday, September 03, 2007


I decided to post a picture of the thing that's been causing me the most grief lately (that is, the non-human that's been causing me the most grief). It even refused to be photographed properly. But I posted it to remind myself that this grief is of a fairly insignificant nature compared to other kinds.