More Spring in January......

78 degrees on Carmel Beach at 4pm on January 13th.

Golden California sun slowly, slowly sinking into the sea........

Fucking drama queen.

Obviously trying to compete with Sunday night's full moon......

Gold versus Silver.....

Super low tide with two divisions of dogs and walkers....the dry sand folk, and the damp-foot beach dog walkers. Xabi loved this because he could race between the two nations.

As the sun put on his or her pyrotechnic display I prided myself that......like the other wet sand dog folk.....I was gazing inland enjoying my dog rather than staring at the sun like dummies, waiting for the Green Flash.

The sunset was super passive aggressive. It took the time it takes to walk from 10th Street to Ocean Ave to go from sunset to dusk......immolating untold touristy, dry-sand retinae.

Drama queen.

Even so, when I finally turned back towards the east.....I was gobsmacked. Drama, indeed. Crazy pastels last seen in Jefferson Airplane posters. The beaten gold of the sunset line on the horizon was picked up in the long wash of the low tide eddies and mellowed into a Grecian copper.

The ocean stood neutral.....with blues and purples that grumbled about all the showy histrionics going on above and behind them.

Crappy Carmel art galleries are full of this shit.....No one believes that it is real.

I stood there as a died in the wool photography junky......almost weeping for my lack of skill and equipment. If only Bennie were here......or Conall. Or Steve Crouch.

When technology fails it is back to brain power........My old friend Carl Sagan used to teach that there is enough data space in the human brain to record every experience of our lives....every second......in 3d with sound, color, Smell-O-Vision and Emoto-O-Vision. It is all stored in there......

Here's hoping we can maintain access to the data. The software seems faulty.

So......

Here I am........

Standing on Carmel Beach in my ETA T-shirt on January 13th of 2009.

Warm drafts of inland air alternating with nighttime chill. The riot of color conspiring with the tide and the sands rocketing all around.

The pure almost palpable joy of Puppy racing across the flats through the gold and copper and pastels......

Click.