7 PM, 101 degrees
we never don't have an amazing time with these friends . . . happy birthday Angela ( @angelarae5 )
kiddos and the sierra foothills night sky
too hot today so we were like
1980 canoe trip with dad, uncles, grandpa. PB&J, per ushe. 7 years old. Hair is long gone, still have the shirt. Every one of my kids wore it at some point. Now I wear my dad's old matching shirt on my backpacking trips because tradition. See any one of my trip photos for proof lol
Dad in the green wool sweater and red beard. Circa 1970. Real OG backpackers wear denim and bring pots and pans. No tents, either lol. This was part of a two week trip in the Sierra Nevada. All three of these guys were just back from Vietnam. When he was in his 60's, I offered him an old one of my tents. "Why do you use a tent"? He asked me in all seriousness. I had no real answer.
sunsets way out west . . PC 📸 @ironshoekuhn from Camp Far West Lake, Ca
summer vacation begins
An INCREDIBLY dope performance by the Mardi Gras Indians. Costumes were very pretty. "Pretty" is actually the proper word, contextually speaking. They will correct you if you use any other term.
precious and fragile things
take these back now . This sculpture, located on the former Whitney Plantation, represents the hand of the formerly enslaved people giving the chains of enslavement back to the plantation owner.
This mama... smiles hikes kayaks dives flips on trampolines back flips off cliffs into water listens to Enya, Logic and Neil Diamond on her way home needs foot rubs to make it through sometimes leaves no horror movie unwatched always paints her toes has literally never had to take out garbage or recycling has thicker hair than the next two women can rock you kids at original Super Mario and Sonic she is...The Wife ❤💍❤💍❤💍❤💍
strange yet familiar
Apparently bananas can grow in Louisiana. I don't consider myself ignorant to history. As a kid all of 15 years old, I became frighteningly aware of overt racism for the first time when my family moved from the inner city East Bay towns to a much more suburban landscape. A place where, frankly, privileged kids felt no objections to oppressing the less fortunate. It was a disgusting, but important, experience for me to learn that racism was alive and real. But touring the Whitney Plantation in LA brought many past atrocities into a more vivid light. And gave deeper understanding about present consequences of past oppressions. The tour guide, a wonderfully insightful white lady in her 70's, has lived through the segregated South. She had this to say at the end of the tour: "If you hear hoof beats, don't look for a zebra. Look for what you are familiar with. I won't sugar coat it, what I see happening today, I saw back then too". 🙏✊
mad flavors everywhere
Found a @r_o_n_e piece in NOLA French quarter
my toes are not safe
kindred souls since preschool
damp air, dark beautiful trails
mountain quarries masonry
almond blossoms and early bays
salt water taffy