I Left My Toes in SF

View from 7th floor of the Grand Hyatt, looking east*. TB, eat your heart out.

*well, looking down, actually...but you know what I mean.

From The Linton Gallery

A few pics of E.L.'s handiwork. Of course, it's doubtful that she'll gain any mainstream (ha!)notoriety from this mention, but she deserves a nod. 'Specially since the great post Memorial-day flood.
16K ain't nothing to sneeze at, and that's just the floor.



I consider myself extremely lucky to have a couple of personally-designed gourds as gifts. Everyone is very impressed, and rightly so. The next Bonnie Gibson? I don't know, but she deserves to be mentioned in the same breath.

Get yer [imho] mediocre, pricey O-rings and malts here!

B-day weekend. Road trip to Mono. Sheriff and his bride(you have to look close), expectant parents, order up. Munimoola horses in the window, artifacts of previous taco eaters. Just around the corner, seagulls await crumbs à la señor Alfredo. Just up the road: sweet Sierra H20. No bears sighted, but bear spyers spied outside of Crane Flat. Carlon and Rainbow Pool to myself...oh, and a k'snake outside C'ville.This makes it
53 times 'round, SFSG.