In another month the snow will be as high as my shoulders - you better have several cords of bucked logs, preferably already split 🪵🪓
That's my truck 🛻 parked by a water tank, and it will be buried under the enormous amount of snowfall we experienced that winter.
Lots of fucking and TV binging and you always have to keep the furnace stoked 24/7 for warmth. Sleeping in bed with a couple of wolves also helps to keep you warm.
October 28th, 2019 - Highway 36, Humboldt, California.
With the season coming to a close, them trimmigrants can't be choosey about where they're gonna hibernate for the winter ❄️
Seen along the way to the #Mad_River Bar - a town, if you will, with 3 buildings in it; a bar, a post office the size of a closet, and a butcher shop. There's also the "Mad River Burger Bar", a locally famous trailer on jack stands that sells takeout burgers 🍔 & fries 🍟
Roast Fish Cornbread installation in Torrance (Los Angeles). An international event by Kyle William Harper.
This old lockout music studio received a facelift of free paint by street scene artists from around the world. This one by *Soup* and others by him especially impressed me.
5 bands performed at the event (not that there was any shortage). More of Kyle's work is available at his website.
Roast Fish Cornbread installation in Torrance (Los Angeles). An international event by Kyle William Harper.
This old lockout music studio received a facelift of free paint by street scene artists from around the world. This one by *Soup* and others by him especially impressed me.
July 30th, 2021 - The very best Mexican restaurant in Eureka, California... And it's on wheels.
Speaking of wheels, that's my truck in the background there.
Nevertheless, it's good to be back home in #SuperSunnySouthernCalifornia where there's certainly a lot more culinary choices to choose from, but up north, this was a personal go-to of mine.
This was my #Stanley_cooker and oven. I even managed to make a couple of cakes in there - now that's a challenge, but once you develop an intimate understanding of working the firebox and valves to maintain the temps you want in the oven, all things are possible.
But it still took about 45 minutes to get a fire going and the stove top hot enough to cook a skillet of 🥓 bacon & 🐣🥚 eggs
12 August 2020, off-grid on the living room of my cabin in the wilderness of Humboldt, California.
My rooster waits for me to come outside so he can flog me... Cuz he's one mean assed motherfucker and never learns that Imma just punt him instead.
That is, if my favorite hen, who also waits for me everyday to follow me around and body block him. Yeah, she literally would kick his ass when he tried to attack me.
She would eat yummy veggies from my garden right out of my hand.
Looking through the poppies in my garden towards my old #cabin in the mountains of #Humboldt, #California.
These were wonderful times... Before the fires of the #August_Complex.
This is one of my fav photos of my old home in the serene isolation of #nature.
I had a few wonderful years here, before having to #evacuate to a world consumed by fear and uncertainty amidst the calamity of the global #Wuhan pandemic.
Someone actually, somehow, went to the trouble of packing in a fricken' piano from the outside world. A feat that still, I scratch my head over.
The piano didn't make any sounds, save for dull thuds, but most of the keys weren't even raised. Somewhere I've a few shots of it, and I'm sure it has served as the nest of many a critter, lolz.
I find this oddly fashioned cabin intriguing, but precarious on the side of a hidden canyon
Literally, I was off bucking up logs earlier in the day with a chainsaw and peeled these natural bark costumes from some of them. You can't make this stuff up, but a sick imagination does help you see the potential to use them as Halloween costumes while they're still wrapped around the logs.
Okay there's no plaque or anything commemorating this (no longer functioning) fountain, nor an explanation as to why this hundred year old relic laid on the rocks below was busted into about six pieces, until concerned citizens raised it from below, reassembled and plastered it.
This was the resort's fountain where the Japanese Olympic team stayed and trained during the 1932 Olympic games.
Some of us still endeavor to keep the memories of the inhabitants of #Issei cove alive.
Okay there's no plaque or anything commemorating this (no longer functioning) fountain, nor an explanation as to why this hundred year old relic laid on the rocks below was busted into about six pieces, until concerned citizens raised it from below, reassembled and plastered it.
Head South on Western avenue anywhere along the southern corridor of #Los_Angeles and at the very very end you'll arrive here at the cliffs of #White_Point.
It's also referred to as #Issei_Cove, in honor of the first generation #Japanese immigrants who first settled here, and farmed the reefs for scallops, abalone, and urchins.
It was a resort with a huge salt water pool and housed the #Japanese_Olympic_Team in 1932.
Head South on Western avenue anywhere along the southern corridor of #Los_Angeles and at the very very end you'll arrive here at the cliffs of #White_Point.
A couple of years back in Eureka with a lady friend who was showing me around on a cultural stroll.
This back alley mural is an homage to Eleanora Fagan, one of my great musical influences, and one of the most celebrated jazz singers of all time.
At the bottom of the frame you'll notice the two rails, the wooden cross ties long since buried beneath the asphalt of the alley. I stood wondering for a very long time why there was literally no clearance for passing trains.
April 20th, 2023 in the mountains of Humboldt again.
This is there beautiful Naya, during in repose with her legs crossed in front of her like a proper lady.
This is shortly before she started really slowing down and becoming arthritic and lethargic. And then she just stopped eating and began to wither away.
She would still take food from me to be polite, but just drop it into the ground.
As wolves do, one day she decided to wander off alone into the woods to die on her own without fanfare.
April 20th, 2023 in the mountains of Humboldt again.
This is there beautiful Naya, during in repose with her legs crossed in front of her like a proper lady.
Everything is better when it's cooked in an #Iron_skillet.
I baked a few cakes in that oven, which is a real challenge - adjusting the type and amount of wood in the firebox as well as the redirect of the heat to the oven box.
It takes constant attention. The first cake, I had to cut out the center, which wasn't done, like a bundt cake.
Jake Edward Brown, AKA Thomas Tracy Burum, died in 2003.
He was 36 years old when he murdered Teri Lynn Hollis on Thanksgiving Day 1972.
He got away with #murder and wasn't identified until 11 September 2019.
Teri and I were the same age, 11 years old. she was my neighbor, abducted from my neighborhood, raped, strangled, and her body was discovered the next day, dumped on the rocks at the beach.
My parents put me on lockdown after that, and it has haunted me my entire life.
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