Thursday, September 29, 2011


Stacks of it.  Orange sunburst, lisegang flare.  Skin of the earth.
Al Smith for scale.

So dangermus

When I see videos like this I always try to remind myself that you can easily dismember yourself going 28 mph in a straight sober line with all your blinkers and leather in order.  One drop of chaos and statistics take over.  Sometimes motorcycling is a frozen scary dark tunnel of wet danger.  Safety is all like "oh no, what should I do next to insulate myself from the unpredictability of the universe?"  Then this grocery-getting chopper skaterider shreds underpasses and hucks the curb standing on the moto seat in a tee shirt.  My daily ride seems more like a blankie now, and fate is that much more remote.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Jim Wright Studio

Some people just need a good place for all the things they do.  And then there are places right enough that more people come to fill them magnetically.  The place generates some kind of creative amplification field.  In the Cove, the Studio is where pancakes, music, canning, reading, pingponging, painting, winemaking, philosophizing, dreaming, birthdaying, crashing, love and love and loving happen of their own accord.  Thanks, Jim.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Catch as catch can

Here come the fall days.  Mullet last week, muscadines today.  Tides, seasons, marsh, vineyard.  The harvest is on.  Cast wide.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

New kid on the block

Hi kids, meet your new nephew, el GS.  Mr Bill says you're supposed to come live with us.  Oh yeah, and you're the third oldest.  Now we'll fix that old eyeball of yours and maybe find you some better clothes, remedy your rheumatism.  There'll be picnics and oil changes and curvy roads with crisp air and glowing confetti leaves.  And I hope you get along with the other ponies, because you're part of the family now.  It's 1981 in our hearts, you'll be right at home.

Sunday, September 4, 2011


Scouting it up.  Aeolian dunelands have their own sandy tides underfoot.


Sweet picture from the archives here.  Looks like they used to have an old Piper Cub from the 40s.  Some beachside hot rodding.  Wonder what happened to it.

Saturday, September 3, 2011


Broke.  Big baftub.  Looks like somebody kicked up some waves, ebb tide.  We was going off Stafford Shoals style.  Break out the little guns, o sand grommet.  Soar amongst the whitewash.

Friday, September 2, 2011


Barrier island: geologic
1. rising global sea level
2. constant high volume sediment supply
3. passive continental margin
4. good tides

Conditions are perfect.  We're here, foraging for wrack, waves.  Sirens forage for us.
Turtle bones, whale skeletons, Jurassic pelicans.  Tidal timekeeping.  We found some old film in one of the closets with the shrimp nets.  Thinking maybe we can restore it.
Barrier island : therapeutic.  Check.