first stop

cold springs- mineral king-sequoia national park

why'd they have to call 'em earth ships!?
i want to build a house like this but, i would call it- mother womb.
http://www.earthship.net/home/begin-here.html

thinking of you

gettin dirty

just got a cool new plant as a present. i always thought this was a peperomia or "watermelon" plant. it's not. it's a prayer plant (maranta leuconeura) and is called so because at night the leaves lay vertical and during the day they lay horizontal-get it?! they kind of fold up in prayer. well the technical term for this is photonasty. hilarious.
oh and i finally found out the name of another favorite of mine-silver skies. aint that purty

"there's a country spread out in the sky,
a credulous carpet of rainbows
and crepuscular plants:
I move toward it just a bit haggardly,
trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade
to dream in a bedlam of vegetables."

pablo neruda-one of my favorite poets.

smile.

random...

recent...

adventures.

best afternoon ever
(that would be my JAWA, his triumph would be at home)!

owen makes life pretty

A Record Of Life from Owen Gatley on Vimeo.

i kinda fucked up my blog. guess i still am a ludite. help me tom!

green porno

i've been meaning to put one of these up forever. hilarious. weird. informative. watch some more on the sundance channel site!

my new buddy has been hanging out on my finger all day. i found it struggling in the middle of the sidewalk so i picked it up and just watched it for a while. when you get the chance to see something so close up you should look. its got a little face with big eyes, hooks on the end of its legs, tiny blonde hairs all along its elytra, and the most gentle mannerisms. needless to say, it ended up coming home with me. that was yesterday. this morning i found it still struggling but out of the plant i put it in and across the room. i thought it might be thirsty and spent the next half hour dipping my finger in droplets of water and watching these itsy bitsy, orange, paint brush-like mouth parts come out from in-between the mandibles. like two tiny brooms it swept up the water over and over again. parched little bugger. its been clinging onto one part or another of my hand all day. it won’t let go and it can’t fly away. its on my left middle finger as i type these words. cleo’s asleep on my lap and bella’s snoring at my feet. i know it will die soon but for now it’s kinda nice to have it around-alive.

another finally!

thanks to the fire lit under my ass by a certain special someone, i'm finally making one of my stories into a little book. i'm so excited! i can't draw worth a shit but i have other "talents" to nurture the manifestation. i'll keep you posted on an individual tip since none of you bastards ever leave me comments on here. you might even get one if you're lucky or if you're unlucky and gorgeous.
xoxo

good morning! well not such a good one for this little critter

finally!!

the steel head are on their way and so am i!!! up to northern california for a few months to really expand my collection!!
camping along the way through trees and ground i've never played on. just bella and me. like the good old days before i moved to san diego. adios! i might not come back. not if this guys gonna be there!

see my bed?

the most beautiful telephone poles

st. petersburg

froggie

bella sniffed this little one out on an early morning walk yeterday. i couldn't believe it was a frog-just lying there on the sidewalk.
when i picked it up to move it under a bush to die it kind of moved a bit and i thought for a minute that maybe i could save it. of course it died in my hand on the way back to the house and now it's drying up in the closet. isn't it purty?! the vivid green and white has since turned to brown and its eyes have begun to recede becuase i didn't have time to stuff it with sand and coat it with varnish but i'm okay with that. i did do the prep work and take the guts out but i didn't really want to mess with it anymore so now it looks like this.

inbetween the lines

at comic con this year i added to my collection these two hand colored pages from the 19th century (torn out of books in order to sell individually-frown and shake). the fly is great isn't it? i love the color and detail and the way it kind of commands the page. it's a predatory fly with thousands of different species and with some the male will capture its prey, wrap it in silk and present it to a female as a pre-coitus offering. hey baby! even though i know i'm so wrong for anthropomorphizing i can't help it-that's just so awesome!
the jackal if you notice is in a graveyard. i was having a really hard time choosing between all of the wonderful animals represented but the graveyard scene in the background was so unique i just kept going back to it and eventually chose it. as it turns out, the jackal was a very important god of the dead to the egyptians and was named anubis-predesessor to osiris. fucking rad! i love this stuff.

when times are tough just listen to some music. someone out there knows what you're feeling.

goin to montreal!!!! woohoo!!!!!

this morning

found these tiny little sparrow feet (either house or english)
and i didn't even have to use my knife!!
my guess is the black cat of the city night
had an early morning snack-
thanks for the leftovers kitty!
another thanks to my cleo who left me a bedroom full of tiny shimmering
feathers after finally catching a hummingbird.
i hope i don't find the head in my closet or something.
or wait maybe i do!

isabel samara's "the lily"

this is an old painting but i just love it!! isabel has a great new book out-on tender hooks-check it.

yesterday's finds:

bee hive, tarzan beetles (cotinis mutabilis), dead crow, '69 norton commando

passion flower and carpenter bee

madcap times!

viewin' some quality art work and cruisin' fast and feral never felt so good! rob, christian (hi gary!), a fully road race prepped '68 camero, good friends, and high as a kite cacklin'.
life is good.

mika miko rules!!

black and yellow

found some bees today. it's been a while. made me happy.
i'm going to l.a. for the weekend for some art goodness and maybe even scope out a spot for "the dream space".
there's so many options now and got to keep 'em all open because you never know what might happen.
everything's crystal clear now and i can finally mourn, move on, and be somebody.
she wouldn't have had it any other way.