Curious Yellow

Shift the horizon out of true and there's a different sort of truth available, I think.

Here: paddling past Monterey harbor and breakwater with the town in the background as well--though a bit of swell makes that view slightly kiltered.

Shift from one horizon to another, and you'll make another sort of truth available too.

--I'm the kiltered one with this shot, though that is the true view while paddling, the horizon at a slight slant.  If you are lucky, kayaking (and swimming) will leave you feeling that rocking-swaying-surging in your soul and bones, proprioceptively, long after the sea-session ends, even unto bedtime.  If you are really lucky, you'll wake with such sea-legs.

Get kiltered: not a bad motto these days . . . .

Mirror

"I have a jumbled mind that only achieves clarification at times and then under pressure, as in a classroom. Then the material provides the unity; the random insights."

--Theodore Roethke

A Fine Finish, Indeed

And if that photograph lacks a perfectly even, perfectly angled horizon, the boat was rather tippy.  Kiltered, as I like to say, in the best of ways.

Slant-rhymed.

The last day of the year.

Time-Travel: Take Four

Photo of a photo.  1965 vintage, perhaps.
Between more formal posturings, wouldn't you say?
Or after.  Mostly candid capture here, though one fellow is tracking the camera still.

(Me? The small fry in front.)

Wild Parrots!

On Friday morning as I drove under the 80 overpass on that street by the cop-shop heading to the 280 freeway, I heard some parrots, the wild parrots of San Francisco . . . and yet I forgot to tell my students in the class in which we'll be reading Mark Bittner's book on those exact birds. I was also slightly late to and somewhat off-balance in both classes. Friday was one of those days . . . .