Cone shell of the day: Conus Auratinus, photo by Scott Johnson. This shell is greased and ready to kick ass, as Sha-Na-Na used to say.
I was gonna write an attack-of-the-cone-shell scene today, but went rambling in Castle Rock park instead.
There’s these giant smooth rocks piled up here and there. Moss in the trees from all the fog.
My hair is getting so long I was wearing a pony-tail today, to the disgust of my family members. Haircut soon.
Some kids tore the moss off one of the rocks to write a certain number ( I won’t state the number here, as it seems to attract bots), which means, like, “hooray for a certain herb!”
All the madrone and manzanita trees were blooming. Buzzing bees. This was a good place to sit. I have this tendency to do something and then think “Now what,” and move on too quickly. Once you're somewhere as good as this it doesn't get better. Your on a local optimization peak. I sat there awhile.
Madrone trees have great smooth fleshy bark. Note the crotch bulge.
I saw a spot on some bark that looked like a dog. Bark dog.
Then I got lost. A rock like an Easter Island tiki. Apparantly this special weird gnary hollowed out rock that you get in Castle Rock Park is called “tofini.”
Ended up down in the San Lorenzo River Valley. Water carrying our gnarly paracomputation, yes. Note the living checkerboard.
I worked my way up the stream to reach the base of the big Castle Rock Fall that I knew was there. Some green plants said, “Hello.”
A rock poised beneath a log on a ledge in a waterfall. A living koan. I may never make it to this spot again. All this perfection out there.
I reached the heart of the big fall. A rainbow in the spray.