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Country boy/City boy

This flurry of posts is because I’m in the Big City for 4 days for the Green Festival.

Ocean beach yesterday, surfers” paradise, shadows in the sea mist…

An Irish coffee last night at the Buena Vista, Ghirardelli sign with  its handsome typography…

Cafe Roma in North Beach at daybreak today…

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Rockaway Taco, A Selby Film

The real thing! Surfers, beekeepers, East Coast seaside tacos, fresh baked bread, cops, firefighters, skateboarders, waves. Trust me. Watch it.

Better than clicking on below, get the bigger screen at Vimeo direct: https://vimeo.com/15293107

Rockaway Taco, A Selby Film from the selby on Vimeo.

There’s a lot of great stuff byTodd Selby at: https://www.theselby.com

“Todd Selby is a portrait, interiors, and fashion photographer and illustrator. His project The Selby offers an insider’s view of creative individuals in their personal spaces with an artist’s eye for detail. The Selby began in June 2008 as a website, where Todd posted photo shoots he did of his friends in their homes. Requests quickly began coming in daily from viewers all over the world who wanted their homes to be featured on the site. The Selby’s website became so popular—with up to 55,000 unique visitors daily—that within months, top companies from around the world began asking to collaborate.…”

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Hot Day Big Waves Whale Tail Fin on Beach

Hot day yesterday. After I finished my rounds in San Rafael, headed over the mountain and jumped in my regular creekside swimming hole, then on to Stinson Beach, where there were pounding waves; too big for surfers to make it out through the shorebreak. Tail fin of small whale on sand, below:

There seem to be a bunch of dead whales washing up on local beaches of late.

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Great Afternoon at the Beach

Although I grew up in San Francisco, I never got INTO the Pacific Ocean until one sunny Spring day in 1952. It was after a swim meet at Fleishacker Pool, a huge salt water pool at Ocean Beach. Jim Fisher, one of my swimming team mates, was a powerful swimmer and he said “Let’s go bodysurfing.” We walked across the Great Highway and swam out through the surf. There were good sized waves, and to this day I get a chill thinking of the joy I felt out there. The blue water, the movement of the surface, the power of the waves. I was a goner. Surfing, beachcombing, running on the beach, being on that edge of land/water ever since…

Yesterday I’d been in the studio working on the tiny houses book since 7 AM, so I took off about 3 to walk on the beach. When I got down there, Josh and Kenny were about to head out to fish for halibut.

“Want to come along, Lloyd, we’ve got an extra rod.”

Hoo-eee, did I! It was brilliantly sunny, a bit windy, a fog bank a half-mile out in the ocean.

Pretty soon we’re heading out through the surf and I’m the only one in the boat who’s nervous. We make it through the last wave and the boat slams down, and we’re in calm water. How different the land looks from the sea. Such a different perspective. They fished for an hour and a half (only one bite) and I shot pictures and exulted in just being out there.

Back to the beach for a long walk, shot a lot of pix, click below on “Read more:

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