Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
Good news, this one was taken the morning after I turned my brain back on and took the toy camera off one-megapixel mode. It had been set that way since Halloween when a couple of enterprising females were trying to take the blur out of some costume shoots…seven months later, they’re screwing up my vacation pictures because I just didn’t have picture resolution on my mind. Until the day before yesterday. Also, note, on this model picture resolution has nothing to do with blur.
Shoulda put my foot down. Sometimes I’m just not enough of a chauvinist pig for my own good.
Anyway — things are all fixed now. Click for glorious 2560×1920 goodness.
Oh, and to get here. I have to write this down because it’s a new discovery, and my over-forty memory is playing tricks on me lately. Here’s the secret: Proceed from Petaluma toward Bodega Bay. Follow the highway to the junction between Highway 1 S (toward Tomales) and Highway 1 N (toward Bodega Bay). Take the N, which means staying on the road and going straight. You pass through Valley Ford about a mile and a half later, which is a charming spot, kind of a “look both ways ya done seen it all” place. As you leave there is a road veering off to the left, toward Dillon Beach. Follow that about six miles, it ends on another highway that is unlabeled. You’ll know it because it’s the first time you see the ocean and there are two enormous rocks there by a vista, from which you can take some stunning pictures, I imagine…we did not partake. Anyway. Take a right and go another two miles, you’re there.
We’ll be repeating this one, I think. The day-use is a little steep, seven bucks, and no camping or fires allowed. But it does have its purposes and unlike my more traditional spots, this one is mostly undiscovered.
Good thing I posted it in The Blog That Nobody Reads so things will stay that way.
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We’re lurking, we’re lurking…just enjoying the pics. Thanks for sharing.
- tim | 06/03/2009 @ 12:22Great, great pics, especially the Bodega bay at sunset shot. Things like this are the reason I can’t leave this place – as a Marin native once put it during a bitch-fest about Bay Area insanity, “What price weather?” I dreamed of coming here for 20 years when I was stuck in Illinois and Texas, having seen it briefly when I was a kid. When I finally showed up with a backpack in ’79, this was one of the first songs I learned (ahem):
When the wintry winds are blowing, and the snow is starting in to fall,
Then my heart turns Westward, knowing that’s the place I love the best of all.
California, I been blue,
Since I’ve been away from you.
I can’t wait til I get going, even now I’m starting in to call.
Anyone who likes to wander better keep this saying in his mind:
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder” for that good old place I left behind.
When you hit the trail awhile
Seems you rarely see a smile.
That’s why I must fly out yonder, where a frown is mighty hard to find.
California, here I come,
- rob | 06/03/2009 @ 13:08Right back where I started from.
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the Spring,
Each morning at dawning birdies sing and everything.
A sun-kissed miss says don’t be late,
That’s why I can hardly wait.
Open up that Golden Gate,
California, here I come.
Oooops. That would be “Timber Cove at sunset.” Dang.
- rob | 06/03/2009 @ 14:21