Good Friday
The morning started out beautiful. Trekked out to the jetty with the camera and the coffee and was starting to get a bit toasty in the morning sun even before 10:00. Chose to drive up the coast to another beach, and by the time I got there, Northern California’s darkness was rolling in fast. The storms that were pummeling the northlands are here now, and its been raining on Casa for three hours now.
It’s casual Friday here, and shoes are definitely not required, but flip-flops and puddles don’t always mix.
Because I’m not feeling too creative, even though we probably should be all artsy for the Easter weekend, I’m passing you off to some people that have been posting prose lately: enjoy the rhyming and rhythm here and here.



that one bald volley ball player caught jumping in the photo … he’s mega hot.