Wherever Creativity Takes Me: November 2010

I've done a great job procrastinating, if you need any tips on avoiding things just ask, I can keep you busy not doing what your suppose to for hours, days even.

I took a walk through Golden Gate Park on Friday afternoon.

I was walking along this jogging trail and I came across this vault bar. Ha ha, if you know me your laughing about this point, I am an accident waiting to happen, my name should be Grace. So I come to this and think, I can do that, no problem. I'm in great shape. So I step on up to the bar like I'm a cowboy and I adjust myself before my big try, I give a little jump, Christ sake, I barely get my legs over the bar, I hit my hip and I stumble to my feet, I look around, did anyone see that miserable attempt to jump over the vault bar. No, shesh, I'm gonna have to give that another try, maybe that was just my bad side. So I give a little jump, this time going the opposite direction, nope, that was defiantly my bad side. I had visions of messing up my back so I resisted the urge to prove that I could do this. I walked away.

Thanks to the rain on Saturday I was kept inside forced to write for much of the day. I was so pleased with how much I got done. So what, that I hadn't showered, I didn't even get out of my pajamas, I just sat on the couch and plugged away at the task at hand. I did take a few breaks.

A picture from the kitchen window. In between storms.

Another picture from the kitchen window. It was raining and these three little birds were enjoying the rain. I love that I caught the middle bird shaking himself.

The sun trying to breakthrough the grey clouds.

Sunday afternoon Lucy and I went for a walk at Baker Beach

An American Bulldog meets an English Bulldog, good thing they both speak English. I love the smile on his face.

Kelp

I took over a dozen pictures trying to get a shot of the wave as it curled over just before it broke into a frothy white foam.

This little crow allowed me to get pretty close.

It was just letting me know, it knew right where I was.

Do you think animals enjoy their surrounding? Is this crow just checking out the ocean and the sun sinking lower in the sky?

This afternoon on my walk with Lucy we started right down the block. There is this trail that leads to the sand dunes it branches off one path leads down to the beach and the other path leads up to Sutro Park.

Here on the corner is this scary house, the lights are never on, I don't every remember it being painted, well now the fence has been pushed down in a couple spots, along the remain fence is a variety of bright graffiti. The house has even been tagged. Now the reason that I mention this is once it gets dark I won't step foot on this trail. There's something spooky down there now. See I'm just not the kind of girl that is scared by being out in the wild. I hike 10, 20 even 30 miles out to the middle of nowhere without a second thought, but you ask me to step 100 feet down a dark trail in San Francisco with a dog, hell freaking NO! you can't make me.

Here's looking up towards the spooky house.

When I was a kid, these sand dunes had no ice plants growing on them. My brother and I would run down the hill and jump off the top dune and roll down the sand. We spent hours playing in this spot. Now it gives me the creeps.

Inside the spooky backyard, looks likes someone was living back in the trees. There is so much trash littered around this backyard. I feel bad for these people, they've tried fixing the fence and it keeps getting kicked in.

The Cliff House off in the distance, that's Marin in the background.

What's a blog without a picture of Lucy. Lucy had a birthday last week, 9 years old.

Trying to get a picture and Lucy comes up, as if she's asking what cha looking at?

Jelly fish, looks like a silicon implant.

Surfers and Snowy Plover

Sand dollar

From the look of the hole at the top of this huge tractor tire it looks like it fell off a ship, Yeah yeah, I know ships don't use tires, but as a bumper.

Sun setting

I like that I somehow caught this dog owner throwing a ball for his dog, do you see the blur of the dog racing to retrieve the ball?

I can almost hear the sigh of the sun as it sets and the applause of us watching the sun put on this beautiful display, one last gift for the day.

I left home yesterday afternoon to come spend the Thanksgiving weekend in San Francisco. People on the road were absolute idiots, I had 5 near misses, I gave thanks for making it safe to the city. Lucy and I went on a short walk through the sand dunes to Sutro Park. It was a little after 4 in the afternoon and the sky was lit up in a warm orange glow. I kept telling myself that I should run back to grab my camera, I didn't and vowed to come out the next day and take some pictures.

After my walk I ran to the grocery store to grab a few things, I had the worst timing, it was 4:50 and I had to search for a parking space.I should've left, it was a mad house in Safeway, I got some cheese and wine and some fresh sourdough bread. I made the easiest tastiest fondue.

This morning I woke up to Lucy doing her high pitch whine. I climbed out of bed, threw on a coat.and we headed out so she could do her business. It was a blindly sunny day out here in the Richmond district. I talked to the nicest people this morning. It a nice change to what I've grown accustomed to lately.

My biggest reason for getting away by myself is to do some writing I've been putting off. I have too many distractions at home. When I go to the library there is this creepy guy that comes up to me and starts making small talk. It totally throws off my flow. You know I don't go to the library to socialize. I've tried writing in a few other places, I've tried earplugs, but really haven't found a good spot other than my tent and here in the city. Maybe it's all in my mind, shouldn't a person be able to write anywhere or are there spots that are more conducive to artistic expression?

My big plans for the day were to go on a walk and take some pictures. I stayed close to home. This area is my home, this apartment is my first home, I've been walking the same sand dunes and through Sutro park for my whole life. I never tire of seeing the same scenery, it's comforting that something remains the same.