"There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man."

- Winston Churchill


grab life by the horns. even if you do it from your porch.


"If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke - Aye! and what then?"

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Anima Poetae from the Unpublished Note-Books of Samuel Taylor Coleridge



"We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds."

- Aristotle Onassis


"It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn't catch the remark because I wasn't paying attention."

- E.B. White. Charlotte's Web


two of my favorite dogs in one day :

paca in the river.

neko in the ocean.


rumor has it, this is the most western point in the continental usa.


this place never ceases to amaze me. side note : i didn't do anything to the color on this. this is exactly how this looked.



meet sgt. savage aka panther face. he's a lot tougher than he looks. here he is probably recovering from a long night of serial killing. no doubt.



“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. … 
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. …
When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all."
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte





every time i go into town i have to race back before sunset because my beautiful two hour drive from the grocery store can turn into a four hour drive full of windy turns, treacherous cliffs, blinding fog, and lurking, sneaky black cows (it's open range out here and they like to hang out in the middle of the road, especially when it's dark and the fog is as thick as pea soup). this results in experiencing an uncanny amount of supernatural sunsets. 


this one is obviously right before the drive home. but there's just something about the races.



coming home to a full garden is the other best.


coming home to fireside cuddle puddles is the best.


epic drive day 5 : my dad agreed to meet me in vegas instead of arizona so i could fly out easily. we both live at the ends of the earth and flying can be both problematic and expensive. this made my last day a drive from barstow to vegas, rather than chino valley, which of course brought this quote to mind : "We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?" that's the very same question both of us couldn't stop asking ourselves, and each other, for the duration of our one night stay in vegas.


epic drive day 4 : i've experienced a broad spectrum of reactions and interactions on this trip that would never take place in an ordinary car with an ordinary camera. two today stood out:
1. i was spotted wandering around this oil field with my little blue cooler when an alarmed, armed worker came flying across the dirt track in his pickup, screeched to a halt in a cloud of dust, and exclaimed, "you lost?!" to which i replied, "no, but you have some beautiful oil wells here." i pulled out the polaroid, held it up sheepishly, and inquired, "is this alright?" as a huge grin crossed his face, he waved, slowly rolled forward, looked back one last time, and drove on, leaving me be.
2. after getting back on the desolate highway, i was starstruck for the first time ever when a group of hells angels, suited up in fully patched colors, surrounded the car on all sides and collectively gave me a round of nods. they knew what kind of engine was under this gas guzzler's hood. i nodded back, lips stern, one hand on the steering wheel, keeping my cool. then, in a symphony of revving engines, they sped off into the distance. and i squealed like a giddy schoolgirl.


epic drive day 3 : i got this email : "This experience has proven finally that the anticipation of an event is by far the most important part of an experience. The unexpected can be a blast, good or bad, but the withholding of immediate satisfaction adds emotional content that can't be duplicated any other way. This has everything: getting a dream car, worry for your safety, doing my own adventure, controversy,   . . . great on so many levels. As my grandma used to say, 'what a skit'. Love you - Dad"
i sure do love you too.


epic drive day 2 : this drive called on me to leave behind the digital era for a spell. goodbye sony nex-3. hello polaroid 640. how i missed you. the new film for the original camera just happens to be heat sensitive; i just happen to be driving through the middle of the desert, in the middle of the summer, in a baaaaad ride (as an old-fashioned hustler in oakland called it today), albeit with no a/c. my new camera case just became a little blue cooler. awesome.



a year ago i went to live in the secluded countryside of california and one of my dearest, oldest friends went to live in the big city in china. we both got dogs while we were there. we did not discuss this with each other. she brought hers to visit this month. even their names, "neko case" and "hank williams", are coincidental. what are the odds?


i drive around a lot without actually ever leaving home. therefore, i'm going to go ahead and say that a drive up and down the driveway counts.


today when i got home i found these two curled up in a place they totally weren't supposed to be. but they sure looked cozy there.