Sandstoned, Malibu Ca 2014 on Flickr.
I’ve been a wandering.
Here in Malibu, 2000ft peeks seem mighty nice some nights.
Hardly a rocky mountain high, but still worth a puff or two.
Late light scraped some sandstone peaks on the tippidy top of Corral Canyon a few nights ago.
What can I say, I love rocks.
Sky Rockets in Flight, Mammoth Lakes Ca on Flickr.We sat in filtered sunlight under some beautiful evergreens. Earthshaker in a wonderful daydream, with her newly discovered hat tipped over her brows as if hovering on a quiet and peaceful grin. Bella, deeply amidst in her first sierra walk about, lay in dusty dirt and giant black ant ridden delight, her drippy tongue wiggling thru a doggy smile and practically scrapping the pine cones scattered around our tranquil little zen spot. In a sea of innocent childhood laughter echoes, I couldn’t help but notice the almost perfectly still reflections of evergreen love slightly swaying in the hidden pond that lay sheltered from wind in our secret dreamy nook in mammoth heaven. I took a few pictures and lay myself down with the family for a little afternoon delight. It was like a happy dream your sad to wake from. “My motto always been when it’s right it’s right, Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night.” www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz1ex78QeQI www.pachecolandscapes.com
Dormant Dreams Adrift, Malibu Ca on Flickr.
Deep inside a quiet bore in this 2 thousand and 14th year of earth or so we say…. rest assure…. I am alive and well. Though more and more am I convinced that visibility is an overrated perception which can leave you exhausted and lost in a sea of unconscious direction. Enough of that.
Truth BE known. The moon is like medicine; her glowing spirit replenishes me when I need it the utmost. The splash of morning chilly waters in may along the pacific shoreline send memories up my spine again. Like electric shock therapy for my otherwise zombie like spring state. The smell of June gloom, shimmering hillside Yucca in bloom and the crashing foggy winds of Malibu have sent my blood racing thru tired but unforgotten bones. In green stillness and morning somber, a shutter snap makes me sigh completely. Deep thoughts have frozen my spirit to the point of near stop. But tingly fingers and recent mammoth winds have awakened old winter giants in me and set dormant dreams adrift again. I still wonder. I must wake.
“The greatest thing about being lost, is finding yourself again.” –me
Here is a memory from a few weeks ago as our beloved full Flower Moon set early one morning at El Matador State Beach. It’s a rarely seen, but yearly occurrence in an “Unfoggy” spring month or two in Malibu California. A spooky little adventure I hardly ever miss.
I’m on red sky vacation… But try telling that to them.
My 2014 spring moth has come and gone, flown away in a subtle Malibu breeze, so nice to see him again. We talked many recent chilly mornings and dreamed big dreams together again. My sparrows are late, but Bella bing bing, mr cowboy and my dear earthshaker are in good spirits and patiently awaiting my newest musical adventures all whilst my color perceptions reset from the many years of saturated computer starings. I wasn’t kidding when I last said, “I’m bored”. I’m happily obsessed with music again as of late and slightly enjoying the mess and clutter of the unattended distractions of my former “connected” self. The clouds are coming… The clouds are coming!!!!!!!! “I’m dreaming of a green hillside’ just like the one I use to know”.
Ps Rainbows are like dragons, rarely seen and beautifully mysterious. It’s been to long my old friend… To too long.