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That's not really true -- the Indian thing. But Kalaloch Beach disappeared in a shroud of mist in time for us to play in almost-low-tide and then usher in the sun 20 minutes later. We were the only ones on the beach for miles, but there were footprints of a stampede in the sand. It was mystical and strange. Look.
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so I went into my favorites page to delete the link and here is your site in all its photographic glory... the other night I said "holy something-and-something batman", to which no one has ever replied with anything referring to robin, and eve promptly answered with, "tell me about it, robin!" and I laughed so hard I think I peed a little. it was so funny I almost yipped on my shoes.
These photographs are so beautiful! I'm glad I get to see where you are. It's a weird comparison--I've been editing photos on iphoto and most of mine are drunken fools singing karaoke. I wish I could post my favorite here, of James Brown's wiry Japanese equivalent, Hiroshi. Whenever he's done singing I wish I have colorful satin capes to drape over him. Your pictures make me want driftwood. The only driftwood here has tiny seagulls hot-glued to it. Love you and miss you.