you can wear a tutu and still be tough (Lover’s Point, Pacific Grove)
the flitty fellow who hangs out near my office window (my backyard)
free-range deer in the neighborhood (Pacific Grove)
another walk, another yard, another deer (Pacific Grove)
Easter bunny at Deetjen’s–now featuring real fur and misshapen feet that will be chasing me in my dreams (Big Sur)
demon-looking roots (or roots-looking demon) above the beach (Andrew Molera State Park)
the elusive ladybug-on-the-beach–notice the purple sand mixed with the regular sand (Andrew Molera State Park)
the non-elusive hipsters, which are all over Big Sur with their guitars and scented oils and hats and thumbing a ride and shit–I’m sorry I wasn’t able to snap a shot of the guy in the campground who popped out of a tent wearing black leather shorts (Andrew Molera State Park)
when there’s a high surf advisory like today, you know the surfers will be doing their thang (Andrew Molera State Park)
thankfully these folks left us a fresh trail of pungent green horse shit so we could find our way back from the beach (Andrew Molera State Park)
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My little 4 yr old Molly is additional proof that just because someone is wearing a tutu doesn’t mean they can’t kick your ass while floating around like a butterfly (Ali).
Also too much Alfalfa in those horses diet. Normally horse shit is fairly benign (as far as shit smell goes).
I think I’ve spent too long in the country.
I wonder why no matter how far we go and how much we learn it always comes back to poop talk.
Which reminds me I was in the grocery store yesterday and someone was saying some not so nice things about you. Yea they said that you really stink and I said “like shit she does”.
My work here is done I’m out….
(Tohner drops the mic and exits.)
Ah, the old classics never go out of style. And, hey, poop is one thing that 99.9% of the population has in common. Doesn’t matter how much money you make, how successful you get or how tig your biddies–everyone poops. They even wrote a book about it.
Thank you for leaving out leather shorts dude.
Hipsters. not many sightings here but you can travel down the canyon to a hot-bed of hipster habitat in Boulder. I have a Boulder friend who is a gun toting right winger and he is the out of place wildlife there!
It’s funny, I complain about hipsters a lot, but I find that I’m often in their presence. Which means we have similar tastes. Which means…? Luckily I’m too old to be one, so at least I don’t have to worry about that.