Chris Thompson just sent me this trailer of his documentary, and it knocked me out. How rare it is these days to have someone that gets it. This is the real stuff. Rod is power personified, jeez was he rolling here, the Van Dykes, my lord…

If you know any old surfers, send them this.

I’ve been shooting photos of this little building along Highway One for years. It now looks about ready to fold.

This morning I’m at Trink’s, a fabulous breakfast/lunch/latte/homemade pies/good wi-fi cafe in the town of Gualala. Light blue sunny sky with wisps of high clouds. I sort of have roots on this part of the coast: my dad and his family used to camp at an abandoned lumber mill on the Gualala river in the early 1900s, and go fishing.

Yesterday Louie and I headed north to Queenie’s for pumpkin/pecan waffles w/ whipped cream breakfast, then wandered around in Mendocino, then explored Fort Bragg, which hasn’t yet succumbed to cloying cuteseyness (as has Mendocino).

I’m heading home now, just picked up a freshly-killed grey fox on the road, going to skin him, along with another fox (brought me by a friend) in my freezer. I end up with a beautiful skin, and a (usually) perfect skull.

I’ll put up a few photos from this 3-day trip before heading south…

I’ve often found that homes that appear quite simple on the outside are lovely inside. Also that in my experience, men tend to think of how a building looks on the exterior, whereas women tend to judge a home by the interior space and  the life that can be conducted within. That’s an observation from decades of observing both men and women and their ideas of what makes for a desirable home.