Life as a Fiction

Musings, come-ons, gags and stories. I mix business with pleasure and invite you to blur the boundaries with me.
The sky. Our instantaneous access to nature. Look up.  (at Stow Lake)

The sky. Our instantaneous access to nature. Look up. (at Stow Lake)

The Church of California. 20 years a native. The place where so many brushes with uncertainty have transformed my very landscape. Only now do I feel rooted to her vastness in a way that makes me feel my feet are dangling in space, like on a Ferris wheel. Life has me in its clutches and I have her in Mine. (at California Spirit)

The Church of California. 20 years a native. The place where so many brushes with uncertainty have transformed my very landscape. Only now do I feel rooted to her vastness in a way that makes me feel my feet are dangling in space, like on a Ferris wheel. Life has me in its clutches and I have her in Mine. (at California Spirit)

Nick Drake for breakfast. Billy Ocean and Za Pizza for dinner.  (at Za Pizza)

Nick Drake for breakfast. Billy Ocean and Za Pizza for dinner. (at Za Pizza)

#weworkgoldengate #dowhatyoulove #wework (at WeWork Golden Gate)

Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean.  (at Let’s Be Frank)

Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean. Never turn your back to the ocean. (at Let’s Be Frank)

#Beck Street  (at Somewhere on Sutter Streer)

#Beck Street (at Somewhere on Sutter Streer)

Record breaking waves crashing the wall as #sfpd clear the pier #goldengatebridge #warminghut (at Fishing Pier At Crissy Field)

Record breaking waves crashing the wall as #sfpd clear the pier #goldengatebridge #warminghut (at Fishing Pier At Crissy Field)

Hendy Woods. Hallowed Grounds.

I never expected to fall, or for you to catch me when I did. It was a bolt of lightening that cracked me broadside, followed by the sound of a thousand roots breaking beneath the earth, as I swayed, slow motion, then pitched to far to recover my stance.

Gravity overpowered. Rooted by thousands more, anchored in mid air, as I broke my 500 year old pose. Still, I lumbered slowly toward the ground, when a giant broke my fall.

Now we share more than DNA, and more than a million miles of connected sinews coursing through our forest bed. Now we collide at the surface, our trunks grinding and growing into each other, until the place where you begin and I end is undetermined.

The day the earth quaked, and the others trembled with the vibration of my descent, is the moment I was suspended by the grace of God.

This will be me, where the ground swells, and the birds nest.

"I once was a black bear, and now I’m not." No, in fact, you’re just an old tree. And not even that. A hallowed out trunk, overgrown with moss, but the wind, and the elements have sculpted you well.
Hendy Woods had a hermit and a meadow, but no one ever went to the woods to see the meadow. They went for the trees: the old growth giants, 1000 years old. They also went to catch a glimpse of the hermit: A man of unknown origin, who spoke a language all his own. Ok, so the hermit died a long time ago, but when I go to Hendy Woods, I go to see the hermit too. I walk along the same paths; look upon the same trees. I track his spirit whenever I can. The way he soars now with the crows that rule the meadow. How the frost still chills his soul, as it weighs down upon the brush. His whistle, no longer foreign, is faintly familiar as it reaches my ears, passing through the throat of a red tail hawk.

#HendyWoods #SaveTheRedwoods

My dragon slayer #hendywoods #heistyourlife #redwoods  (at Hendy Woods State Park)

My dragon slayer #hendywoods #heistyourlife #redwoods (at Hendy Woods State Park)

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. #VirginiaWoolf
 (at Apt. 205)

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. #VirginiaWoolf
(at Apt. 205)

Who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body? #VirginiaWoolf  (at Jack London State Park)

Who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body? #VirginiaWoolf (at Jack London State Park)

"The master said you must write what you see /But what I see does not move me / The master answered Change what you see" #louisegluck

"The master said you must write what you see /But what I see does not move me / The master answered Change what you see" #louisegluck

Advancing toward the world of long ago and far away, the world of yesterday and tomorrow. The world within the world. Big Sur and the Oranges of Heironymus Bosch by Henry Miller, 1957 

Advancing toward the world of long ago and far away, the world of yesterday and tomorrow. The world within the world.
Big Sur and the Oranges of Heironymus Bosch by Henry Miller, 1957 

"The Esselen were one of the least numerous groups in California, and are often cited, incorrectly, as the first California Indian group to become culturally extinct. This picture of Esselen extinction, although pervasive in the literature, is wrong. Not only did the group not become extinct, there is even recent evidence that some Esselen escaped the missions entirely by retreating to the rugged interior mountains. It now appears that a small group survived into the 1840s before filtering to the ranchos and the outskirts of the growing towns."
Coyote Press. Available at the #henrymillerlibrary in #bigsur
 (at Apt. 205)

"The Esselen were one of the least numerous groups in California, and are often cited, incorrectly, as the first California Indian group to become culturally extinct. This picture of Esselen extinction, although pervasive in the literature, is wrong. Not only did the group not become extinct, there is even recent evidence that some Esselen escaped the missions entirely by retreating to the rugged interior mountains. It now appears that a small group survived into the 1840s before filtering to the ranchos and the outskirts of the growing towns."
Coyote Press. Available at the #henrymillerlibrary in #bigsur
(at Apt. 205)

Beyond the range of ordinary perception. Penetrating lucidity. #heistyourlife  (at Limekiln State Park)

Beyond the range of ordinary perception. Penetrating lucidity. #heistyourlife (at Limekiln State Park)