change in plans
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Robb and I were supposed to go to a letterboxing party in Folsom, but it ended up that neither of us were feeling prepared to do all that driving. Robb certainly wasn't going to be comfortable after four hours in the car. I seem to be getting a sore throat, which seems unfair on a holiday weekend.
Robb hadn't been cycling for days, which is not a good thing. When he doesn't keep his legs in motion he suffers, physically. So despite feeling low-energy, we went out for a spin on the Bay Trail.
I had stupidly forgotten to check my camera battery, which (of course) was completely exhausted. We certainly biked faster because I wasn't stopping every fifty feet to photograph something or other. I'm not really used to Robb's new camera. Photographing with a digital point and shoot is really foreign to me, since I've been using a camera where I sight through a view-finder. That new-fangled picture-screen!
For as long as we've been cycling the Berkeley section of the Bay Trail, there's been a derelict-looking boat offshore of the local racetrack. Sometime recently, the boat got beached, of course I was curious to see what might be growing on its hull.
On this lower photograph, you're seeing barnacles and colonies of tiny animals called bryzoans. (Well, actually, you are seeing their skeletons. I think these all perished once the hull stopped being underwater.) Each tiny portion of this texture is actually an individual animal. Ancestors of these creatures can be found in fossils.
Even though we don't get to follow through on our plans, we still manage to do interesting things.
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Robb and I were supposed to go to a letterboxing party in Folsom, but it ended up that neither of us were feeling prepared to do all that driving. Robb certainly wasn't going to be comfortable after four hours in the car. I seem to be getting a sore throat, which seems unfair on a holiday weekend.
Robb hadn't been cycling for days, which is not a good thing. When he doesn't keep his legs in motion he suffers, physically. So despite feeling low-energy, we went out for a spin on the Bay Trail.
I had stupidly forgotten to check my camera battery, which (of course) was completely exhausted. We certainly biked faster because I wasn't stopping every fifty feet to photograph something or other. I'm not really used to Robb's new camera. Photographing with a digital point and shoot is really foreign to me, since I've been using a camera where I sight through a view-finder. That new-fangled picture-screen!
For as long as we've been cycling the Berkeley section of the Bay Trail, there's been a derelict-looking boat offshore of the local racetrack. Sometime recently, the boat got beached, of course I was curious to see what might be growing on its hull.
On this lower photograph, you're seeing barnacles and colonies of tiny animals called bryzoans. (Well, actually, you are seeing their skeletons. I think these all perished once the hull stopped being underwater.) Each tiny portion of this texture is actually an individual animal. Ancestors of these creatures can be found in fossils.
Even though we don't get to follow through on our plans, we still manage to do interesting things.
Two years ago:
I enjoy my studio.
Three years ago:
Nadia was told she would never walk after her spinal cord injury.
Now, she's a dancer and choreographer.
I enjoy my studio.
Three years ago:
Nadia was told she would never walk after her spinal cord injury.
Now, she's a dancer and choreographer.
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Comments
Hows that for useless information? HAve a great Memorial Day!
Annalisa
http://howsrobb.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-aristotelian-garden.html
Barnacles also smell Horrible when you scrape them off your hull after the boat's been baking in dry dock for a few days.
But perhaps thats just my own personal pickiness coming through. I just cant see myself throwing a human leg onto the grill this Memorial day. If the economy continues to suck, maybe next year around this time human flesh will sound good as a Memorial day meal! But only if served on the proper red, white and blue plate. Anything else would just be too uncouth.
Annalisa
We also had our Folsom baby event plans waylaid at last minute..and the weather was so cold and foggy, it pissed me off. But we still went boxing!
A chore of mine as a kid was scraping barnacles off our sailboat.. 'til they found out how toxic that copper bottom paint was and we were just breathin in the dust..