Viva Las Vegas

Anoche tomé mi español final! La escuela de verano ha terminado. Vegas aquí vengo!!!

 

A nice night in Redondo Beach, Ca with my friend Aly. 

He also took these photos (which I love). I'll let them do their thing.

Todos Santos. Mexico. March 2011

to turn the corner to a man wearing a shirt that says "prayer changes things"
a big book on the table
a reminder of how this trip is even possible
for kitty kat's buddyness
the smell of mexico; heat, earth and orange
to be greeted by Hector with "good morning! are you happy?"
that he rides the waves of life the way he rides the waves of the ocean
hopping on my board, paddling out to meet god in the water
lucid voodoo mexican dreams
roosters in the morning
wind blowing through palm trees
bumps on the road
fences made of sticks
rooftops made of palm tree leaves
abandoned incomplete cement buildings
construction workers playing baseball on the highway
bouganvilla in hot pink and light peach growing next to each other
for a field of basil
to be rockstar by day and fluffy by night
"vaya con dios, esto es todo lo que hay"

What happens in Vegas.....is hard to wash off.

Pool by day.

Dancing by night.

Food.

Repeat.

holy hot pants!!!

me encanta mexico

Kanene. Janene. Manene.

Baa Baa black sheep. Have you any wool?

My dear friend Annie invited me to join her in a sheep shearing adventure in Petaluma. It was a magical day. I got an inside look of all the precious time and love that goes into the wool we wear everyday. It is a very intricate process and I have a new respect and appreciation for the people and animals behind such a production.

Just an hour north of the city is rolling hills of green, sprinkled with fields of yellow mustard seed. Old abandoned farms with rusted tin and wood. Birds with vibrant colors swirling in a sky of blue. Puffy clouds that you could bounce on. The smell of the raw earth blowing through the wind. Good company. Beauty beyond words. Almost too much for me to handle.

Luckily we missed our turn and ran into these fellows.

 

The sheep.

 The ram.

 

This sheep shearer is in high demand and once I saw him in action, it was very clear why. He works with such peace and grace. He shears their wool in one whole piece, clips their hooves, checks their teeth, gives them shots and then tags their ears if needed. I could have watched him work for hours. There is an obvious mutual love between man and animal. I loved it.

The wool.

The yarn.

The little things.

Tweedle.