Stepping South of Carmel

Hey Dad --

Goofing with Clay: Mythomarine

Wet clay.

Transformation almost complete --from man to fish --

Merman: body-armored against the cold sea.

Bookend: A nod to Moby Dick.

Not A Pretty Sport II

Weeds and surface scum from taking photos neck deep (or deeper) into the tide-flow.  The sweater worked like a filter, and I was square in the current, so I caught quite a bit.  At one point I was distinctly festooned--not a word I use lightly--with sea grass and kelp.

My James Bond persona: 008.  

(I made and carried a business card in the fourth grade that identified me as British Secret Service Agent 008; I little thought how a business card did not quite fit the secret agent persona, and yet how "secret" was Bond, James Bond, about his identity?  My foolishness was cultural and of the day, I'd say.)

 

Face Time: Wet Clay

Practice session. 

Last Look: Moon and Monster

Masks in progress.
Slow drying clay; coldest corner of the upper shelf, unfortunately.

Wet Clay: Moon-Man