that's sarah flores flexing her muscals on saddle rock. she, g, and i had talked about starting a weekly girls hike routine even before i moved back. we finally put our plan in motion yesterday afternoon.
so now our band is official: the hiking girls of santa barbara, with sarah flores (whose initials shall forever be banned on this blog) being our front babe.
i know it's very difficult to tell but that's really waffles. she was trying to sneak out for a quick trip to visit her old friend (who lives just fourteen miles up the coast) when she got busted. she would have gotten away if she hadn't forgotten to put on the skirt i lent her.
that's jg "surfing" tuesday afternoon at leadbetter beach. it's crazy how there's always a mess of people floating around out there. time would be a lot better spent if they were hunting for lobsters, i think.
that's me and jg at the indianapolis museum of art. jg's mom took us to see this rusty sculpture just so she could stage us for pictures. in this particular shot, i believe i was instructed to attack jg.
sfmoma 03 feb 2009
i wonder if it's robert indiana who causes karen to sign off her blog posts the way she does.
jg took me to devereux (coal oil point) yesterday at low tide. i was bummed that the tide pools were almost entirely covered by sand. i walked the beach anyway, collecting beach glass and the occasional shell.
it wasn't until i was heading back when i saw these guys. i was taking so many pictures of them that the snow plover police approached me.
snowy plover police woman: i advise that you don't play at this stretch
of the beach. you're in the middle of the snowy plovers' feeding path.
thuy: oh, i'm sorry. i'm on my way out so i'll just hurry up. [walking away]
sppw: oh, you're not with them? [pointing at rope jumpers]
sppw: i thought you're with them... taking pictures.
i would have really liked to have been with the them. impromptu rope jumpers, my kind of peeps.
jg and i found this snail last year at miramar beach. neither of us had ever seen it before. we still don't know what it's called.
it was sort of a funny incident. i fully expected to pick up an empty shell. as soon as i realized that the snail was still in it, i shrieked and dropped it (like it's hot, heh). jg came running toward me. i don't think he appreciated the shrieking.
that's jg kindly fitting the snail back into the dent in the sand where i had unwittingly yanked it out of. anyway, might you know the name of this snail? kellet's whelk, perhaps?