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[img] Western Squirrels

“Western squirrels are bronzed like sunsets, Rodin’s The Thinker, and Orange County skin. They eat red walnuts and yellow loquats al-fresco.”
– Sir David Doñaburro, National Ponchographic Explorer
May 01, 2018 at 09:32PM
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[img] Human / Nature

Human: “Watch it, man!”
Nature: “Watch it, man.”
April 29, 2018 at 02:07PM
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[img] The Canyon house rental came with a boom mic stand…

The Canyon house rental came with a boom mic stand in a closet-less second bedroom, disguised as a wardrobe rack. Apologies, all overnight guests, for all your clothes with fold-creases. Hopefully, the new songs are fair trade.
April 19, 2018 at 09:51PM
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[img] My fav Laurel Canyon 4K loop…

My fav Laurel Canyon 4K loop elevates me to Cole Crest Dr along the ridge, 366m above LA. Today, Catalina Island came into view across Santa Monica Bay as Stereolab’s ‘Transporte Sans Bouger’ shuffled into the mix.
April 16, 2018 at 08:31PM
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[img] Skywriting tends toward the unironic…

Skywriting tends toward the unironic, since who wants to throw a whole city into existential crisis? Today, tho, random messages of pure love written across the sky leave questions where they once made exclamations. “Measure your heart against this,” they now dare all.
April 10, 2018 at 09:23PM
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[img] Hermit Herman, pacing, on phone, hangry…

Hermit Herman, pacing, on phone, hangry. “Yeah, you heard the engineer right. 14 sends us to the bottom of the canyon. So, again, 13 pepperoni pieces. 13! Say it!” {pause} “Good. Your money’s in the mailbox. Have your guy slide the pizza extra gentle through the cones…”
April 10, 2018 at 07:51PM
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[img] Cat in the mouth of Skull Rock.

Cat in the mouth of Skull Rock.
April 08, 2018 at 06:28PM
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[img] Laurel Canyon’s the kind of neighborhood w/ a house wine…

Laurel Canyon’s the kind of neighborhood w/ a house wine. This xclnt $10 chard is a sun-drenched picnic w/ John Doe that never runs out of ice. Label band is Three Guys In A Wine Bottle, led by Carlos Guitarlos (l.), guitarist of 80s LA punk legends Top Jimmy & the Rhythm Pigs.
April 07, 2018 at 10:59PM
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[img] “How’s that evolution thing working out for you,” he sassed…

“How’s that evolution thing working out for you,” he sassed through a lizard laughcroak, after a 5.0 earthquake off Santa Cruz sent a quiet ripple through west LA today. “Wish we could hang, but you can’t! Aww.”
April 05, 2018 at 06:43PM
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[img] on-your-guard rail

on-your-guard rail
elevation: 1110 ft
April 01, 2018 at 09:27PM
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[img] New York me / California me

New York me: “…but I can walk here for everything.”
California me: “…but I can walk here forever.”
March 31, 2018 at 10:08PM
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[img] clouds over LA

clouds over LA dance alone, between skies
March 26, 2018 at 08:00PM
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[img] “Great Scott, Westy!”…

“Great Scott, Westy! Make sure your parents and Cat are nowhere near the Clock Tower when the lightning bolt strikes. 1.21 gigawatts is heavy!”
“Doc, I gotta tell you something!”
“Not now, Westy. Just make sure your parents meet. Your future depends on it!”
March 20, 2018 at 05:21PM
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[img] it’s impossible to desaturate california

it’s impossible to desaturate california
March 17, 2018 at 06:52PM
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[img] Elusive Road

Elusive Road, as mapped by El Goog, is just an echo of the past. Its old concrete slabs degraded beneath my feet, and ended in impenetrable overgrowth on the ridge line. A double-back at the 2K mark of a 5K isn’t such a letdown, tho, when this is the view you get twice.
March 15, 2018 at 07:23PM
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[img] PCH

The PCH has more in common with its [P]acific than its [H]ighway. Relentless yet frozen, oceans & certain roads are living snapshots of eras, and yet reveal our future. Neon road signs and crashing waves are forms of ephemerality. All is transit. Nothing is [C]oast.
March 13, 2018 at 12:00AM
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[img] At Malibu’s 57°F water temperature…

At Malibu’s 57°F water temperature, you begin to lose dexterity in 10 to 15 minutes without a (or with a faulty) wetsuit. A dawn patrol zipper check by a surfing partner goes way beyond simply ensuring your modesty if you wipe out and get rag dolled.
March 12, 2018 at 06:35PM
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[img] What if we could ride all the waves?

What if we could ride all the waves?
What if the world was safe
for everything we are?
What if we could exchange
every turn we’ll ever take
for one North Star?
March 11, 2018 at 08:11PM
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[img] egrets, i’ve never known

egrets, i’ve never known
March 11, 2018 at 01:18PM
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[img] Canyon topography dictates, never submits.

Canyon topography dictates, never submits. Roads narrow as you elevate, and many end w/out warning around blind curves. But where asphalt ends, paths often snake off into the brush under Right-of-Access signs, leading to semi-secret spots that always seem to be expecting you.
March 09, 2018 at 05:46PM
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