valencia part 2. burning.

back to valencia, where the street held her breath for the start of the show.

and so did this lady, i guess.

we all hurried to reach the best fires.

and then it began...

lights, cameras! action. and more screens were watching than eyes.

fireworks in city intersections! america the land of brave!? prooove it.


but thankfully the firemen were there to keep things under control. (where is he looking??)


it was the closest i've been to war.


but mikayla came out unscathed, still mellow.


cool as a cat.


not like murray... who checked to see he was still in one piece.

good vibrations

Flashing forward to the near-past for an entry. Last weekend I went camping with friends Scottie and Andy. We pitched tent on a beach in la Graciosa, a tiny island north of Lanzarote, the most eastward of the Canary Islands. Friday we biked sand trails, passing between large reddish hills and making pit-stops at deserted beaches, occasionally excaliming our excitement towards the paraidise around us. Tired, we came back to the tent and lay on its floor for a nap.

A small writing from that moment:

"The bongos tap-tap, boom-boom in the town over the sand mounds off somewehre to the left. The walls of the tent pop their nylon in and out, wind whapping to the rhythm. I can feel my heart beating across my veins as my leg burns from the sun and muscle-ache. Scottie is passed out, wiped from the day. I see him across, in the other chamber, through and beyond the tipping-in-the-sand boxes and bags of snacks. The wind rustles the tent some more and I drift to sleep, my face warm and settling,"