Good Mourning Monterey

Back in school. Homework. No fancy Adam gadgets. As if things could not get any worse, I have only been taking photos with a completely manual 35mm camera. Wind the film, print them off, scan them in and load them up! Yes, so now there will be major delays in sharing my captured random moments. Indeed, these are hard times but please bare with me.

For now,  here are just a few I took with my phone in the early morning hours of Monterey.

Visiting a place that feels so familiar is a very awkward endeavor. Monterey and the central Californian coast have such a strong hold on me. It was a whirlwind. I was disoriented and I was giddy. I was like a damn kid in a candy shop.

My body aches.

          And not because I had one wild week: two guests visited in a 9-day stretch, back to back. Not because I went all around the beautiful state of Oregon, chasing shooting stars up a sand dune or driving the roadrunner for hours along the Columbia. I ache because I miss familiar people on the west coast with me. I miss having a good dependable woman around.
So it aches, like a phantom limb.

          I washed down a tylenol PM with a small cocktail to quiet the mind last night. What I am trying to say is... please be patient and understanding; I will write a wonderful post filled with highlights of our adventures once my mood lightens and I get over myself.