Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Round Round Get Around

Some cloak and dagger of Long Beach.
 Griffin Collin's ritual right shoe removal.
 Freshly zested foot knuckle.

"Where are you from?"
"I don't remember."
Taft, CA.
North Shore, Salton Sea.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Great Danes

A street side celebration for the seaman's return.
"Is this going on facebook?" She asked.
The seagulls were bummed on the spread. 
"Squak! Lets get out of here, these jerks forgot the olive tapanade for the bread."
We have never seen a Mexican before in Copenhagen but the internet told us they look like this.
Horses, gorgeous horses with their bowling ball eyes and their flaring nostrils blowing hot air.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Shoot First, Make Up Stories Later

Here are some shots from a roll of Portra 400 I shot with my Olympus XA.
They definitely didn't skimp on the architecture in Berlin, this was the roof of a mall.
Ms. Piggy takes the helm of the trash plow. Maybe she clung on after they plowed through a school yard?
A view from the top of the Berliner Dom looking down at all the sun worshipers trying to loose their lederhosen tan lines for the summer.
These dogs are used to sniff out the tourists at the Brandenburg Gate and bite their ankles until they submit to a carriage ride.
The mustard painted fields of Germany shot from a train on the way to Berlin.
Alexanderplatz.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

MEGA POST: Cala Gonone to Nuoro

 We woke up a little early and plotted our sightseeing path of destruction down the eastern coast of the island toward Cala Gonone.
 The local granite giants shadowed our flea sized Fiat.
 HAY! Pile it high.
 We pulled over to appreciated some of the beauty the interior of the island had to offer.
 We were careful not to upset any of the locals.
Through the long tunnel that separates the 'Kooks from the Valley' from the 'Aloha Locals'.
 Ed let his inner seaman out in Cala Gonone and rented us a fine inflatable craft to explore the Bay of Orosei.
 A boat full of "Olds" flew by us and left us bouncing in their prune juice wake.
 Our first stop was the Bue Marino cave, the first thing on the list of where not to bring the boat.
 A scaffold for land lover access.
 Can they fit? Who cares they're old.
 Our turn.
 One last glimpse of the outside world...
 No Photos Allowed! Hah
Fur Seals used to give birth here, trust me.
 Being from California I couldn't help but to think of the faux caves in Disneyland and Knott's Berry farm but nothing comes close the real thing.
Mom? Dad? Looks about right.
 We found ourselves a nice stretch of deserted beach to call our own for the afternoon. Ed anchored the boat and was able to walk back to shore. The sun was nice enough to show its self during this beach play time.
Photo proof of us enjoying the beach to ourselves. This was where I had my first dip in Mediterranean waters. The water was much warmer than the Southern California water back home but the salinity level was a bit higher.
 Ed was lurking toward the end of the beach and found a little cave that cut back into the mountain.
 Being boys, we instinctively pushed further in.
 Dodging obstacles along the way.
 With our only light being a focusing aid on a digi-cam we flashed and focused our way through the cave.
 The light shining in from the water's entrance offered us a little preview of the beauty the cave had to offer.
 Epic green rock and iron oxide sand.
 Here I offer a "explorers pose" for size reference and theatrics.
 The view from the top.
 We ventured into room 1 that had a surprisingly nice arched entry way.
We blindly flashed our way into room 2 and checked the digi cam for any surprises.
Danger! Keep in mind that we cant see anything at this point.
 "This is where we would have fallen in." ...
 Possibly to hell...or Italian Hell.
"What! No cappuccinos?! NO!!!"
 Without any real light we reached our stopping point at the death hole.
 Not bad for a couple of amateur Spelunkers.
We brought back a sand offering for the ladies to see.
 We left our private paradise and toured the popular Cala Luna. Not Pictured is a lot of babies, school children, hairy men in foreign swim attire. We were thankful that we found such a secluded beach.
What a sweet couple.
 Back on land Ashley found her initials and just had to be cute by it.
 Here is a view of a popular cliff jump site for the youth of Cala Gonone.
Come dinner time we left the coast and pointed the Fiat toward Nuoro.
 We stopped and said hello at the Museum MAN in Nuoro where Ed had his show last year.
 Deanna stopped and said hello to a French Bulldog puppy that was most adorable.
 In between pets, the pup sniffed at the local youth.
"Smells like Axe body spray."
 This dog was getting all the attention.
 Some pups weren't as fortunate.
 Ashley's plate from the famed Parade of Food restaurant. (Not Pictured is the parade of epic vegan food)
 Happy for the pasta or relieved its not another fish plate?
 On our was back to Olbia we were listening to some shitty foreign radio. It was right about here we were rewarded with a random Smiths song but lo and behold the tunnel turned Morrissey's croon into dreadful static.
What a memorable day that was.