The Lonely Robot

Winter in Yellowstone National Park

 

No Rain. No Rainbows.

We found this from the window of the studio yesterday.

A Year in Pictures

January:  Annie and I strolling on the tiny streets of Wexford, Ireland.

February:  The beautiful frozen landscape of Lake Michigan in winter.

March: Strange, darkly beautiful cloud formations over Dogpatch.

April:  Spring in Yosemite.

May: A lush walk through the Irish countryside with my brother-in-law John and his family.

June:  A beautiful view of Black Mountain during a visit to northern Marin County.

July: The Thinker ponders Chihuly at San Francisco's Palace of the Legion of Honor.

August:  Our backyard in full summer bloom.

August:  An ancient tree in the Sierra Foothills.

September:  A spectacular morning walk in California Gold Country.


October: An urban composition in San Francisco light.

November: Watching Obama elected president with 20,000 others in Rockefeller Plaza.

December: Sunset in Pacific City, Oregon.

Trish Wanted A Pig

This is Trish.  She is in town for her art opening at Rare Device.  Annie and I met up with her on Thursday night.  It was good to see her again - she had visited once before with our mutual friend Amy, and we had a good time.

While talking at the show, Trish said she really wanted to go to San Francisco's Chinatown to see if she could buy a porcelain pig similar to one her friend brought home years ago.  She asked if I would take her there, to Chinatown, and I said sure.

I picked her up around noon in the Mission, then we headed to The Ramp for lunch.  Then we headed down to Stockton and Broadway.  Here is what we saw:

Not my cup of tea, but hey, you can't argue that its, um, fresh.

The green stripe was really, really green on these fish.

I think these are quales.  You can buy them, or their eggs.  I have no idea how much one costs.

One of seven hundred stores just like it on Stockton street.

Waverly Place grafitti. Kinda cool.

I told Trish that I thought this suited her. Right.

I'll take a bottle of "E", please.

Say hello to my little friend.

I have been looking for a Snidley Whiplash doll all my life. And Sugar Bear - DUDE!

I do enjoy a walk through this place every now and then.  It feels like a foreign country - the smells, the sounds, the stuff.  All unfamilair and interesting in its own way.  And I like hanging lanterns.

And Trish got her pig.  Here he is.  I think she named it "Chicken," as when we were through with our Chinatown adventure we came back to Chez Galvin/Rewitzer for some roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, brussels sprouts, and wine.  Diana joined us, too.  I fell asleep with a smile, as I read the New Yorker while Annie, Trish, and Diana talked and laughed into the night.

The Magnificent Oregon Coast

Sometimes I just know that what I am looking at is absolutely, unmistakably beautiful.   I had many such moments over the course of this weekend while I was in Oregon to celebrate the 20th wedding anniversary of my friends Barbara and Darrel. 
View of Cannon Beach from Ecola State Park

Sunset north of Tillamook.

Dawn at Haystack Rock in Pacific City.

First light, first wave.

Golden hour - 7:30 am.

I had the place all to myself.

I was drawn to the patterns of the tide finding its way around these small stones.

Such drama.

December 6, 2008 sunset.