Road Trippin’
Since I left the working life behind (for a while) there was a chance to pack up the car and head down south with my favorite ally and hook up with friends, check out the scenery, and, yes, live through some nice weather (fuck San Francisco, like the PUSA sez.) There was Los Angeles and then all the small and weird stuff on Highway 1 like Monterey, Big Sur and Carmel. Yosemite. Armstrong Redwood State Forest (found it this time!) Beautiful and crazy.
Wood Explosion. (Amstrong Redwood State National Park Forestsaaskdaskd whatever)
Them trees grow short and benchlike here.
Wildlife!
Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can!
Julia Pfeiffer Burns State National Park blah blah Fall.
Two classic shots from LA: this...
...and this.
Next up: Groveland, CA. Close to Yosemite's west entrace, but still miles away from here.
El Capitán. Con turistas.
Lower Yosemite Falls, in Yosemite Valley. Such a beautiful place but tons of fucking Italians. Gelato, pronto.
Subito, fuck.
So here are both the Lower and the Upper, Lower was with all the italians. Seen from very far.
The Valley from Glacier Point. Great place for getting rid of Japanese grandmothers.
Yes, the famous Half Dome. But it kinda looks like a face to me. No? See, eyes, nose and lips? No?
Banksy #5, #6
Boo-yaa! So I stumbled on these in Chinatown (one on the edge, one smack dab in the middle) the other day. I guess the first one is his, too. Anyway, mission (at least close to) accomplished, I think -- seem to remember there were six of these babies around. Oh, well.
Scathing social critique!
Dr. Love. With vieraan vallan agentti.