My Trip to the Sun...

I feel as though I have been slacktastic as of late: no new blogs, no new videos. But I have an excuse! And it is a valid one. Somehow my PC caught a gnarly Trojan that was a replicator. I suspect this may have happened while I was in California, but I cannot confirm (insert roommate shenanigans here). Thankfully my buddy Jeff was able to wipe my PC and rebuild it, but we are still struggling with getting the sound to work. In the absence of sound, all I have are my words. I hope you do not mind. 

The 101

Drove the PCH

Through miles of sleepy seaside shanties

Rows of million dollar shacks

Inching their way towards fresh breaks

An occasional flip-flopped surfer emerged

Board shorts and tattered tee

Skin brown

Like skin of Aztecs who lived in loin clothes

While building great civilization

Sun weary hair

Tangled and matted by salt’s compound grip

On the horizon

They duck dive

Dipping into calm beneath fury

As sun fades

Leaving raspberry trails

Across dusk sky

I am thrust into the speed of now

5 to 8 to 163

And the heart of the city

Awaits

I was literally driving, so I was unable to snap shots of the drive, but I think this one of Ocean Beach at dusk gives you an idea of the beauty.