Monday, April 26, 2010


Figueroa Mtn.
Los Olivos, Calif.
April 2010

We were a little late to catch the spring bloom in its full high-desert glory. It was a worthwhile trip anyhow. The meadows full of late bloomers quite made up for it. Driving through the windy mountain roads was a little like navigating through a life size Monet water color at times. It was a nice afternoon walk indeed.

Golden Poppies.

Alpine Meadows.

Lupine & Poppy.

Arroyo Lupine.

Coccinella Septempunctata.

Lupinus Succulentus (Fabaceae).

Pistillate Strobilus.

Monday, April 19, 2010


Bishop-opolis, Calif.
April 2010

Escaped to the Eastern Sierras for fresh air. 5 days. It was worth it.

Home, for the next 5 days.


View from camp.

Slight Inducement (V1).

Saddle Hike.


Thursday, April 8, 2010

Sulphur Mtn.

Sulphur Mtn.
Casitas Springs, Calif.
April 2010

When you get start to get used to a long winter at a cush corporate desk job, free corporate bagels and potluck in the corporate break room, sitting behind a corporate computer all day coloring coporate spreadsheets trying to stay somewhat in the lines while watching the world pass you by outside your corporate window your gentrified ass starts to get as cushy as your desk job and your individualism starts to get corporated.

When the days start to grow longer and the sun starts to shine a little warmer through your corporate peep hole on the outside world you start to want to de-corporatefy. You start to get this insane urges to go all Office Space on the corporate drones that buzz and hum outside my door all day.

("The thing is, Bob, it's not that I'm lazy, it's that I just don't care... It's a problem of motivation, all right? Now if I work my ass off and Initech ships a few extra units, I don't see another dime, so where's the motivation? And here's something else, Bob: I have eight different bosses right now... Eight, Bob. So that means that when I make a mistake, I have eight different people coming by to tell me about it. That's my only real motivation is not to be hassled, that and the fear of losing my job. But you know, Bob, that will only make someone work just hard enough not to get fired.")

Obviously that is not entirely plausible in the real world. So instead I pack up the dog and go for a walk. A long walk. Now when the corporate walls start to move in ever tighter going for an 8-miler immediately after the closing bell may really seem like a novel idea. Truth be told when you spend an entire winter staring at thousands of spreadsheets and microwaved casseroles and your cush ass keeps growing silently behind you, walking 8 miles uphill into the setting sun is not after all the best of ideas. But it is the start of one...



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Monday, April 5, 2010


April 5th, 2010

Not mine, Tessie's. One year, went by fast. Makes her about three or so now. Thank goodness, the terrible twos are over. I got her a bacon bone. First time she has ever had a bone. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She figured it out and hasn't stopped mumbling since.

Dog Day Afternoon.

Splish Splash.

"You talking to me sucka'?"