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October
2003
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Three
atascadero
When
the earth revolves far enough to prevent the sun's
light from shining directly upon things terrestrial
but still illumines the earthly heavens, we call that
unique time a sunset or afterglow.
Here
we are enjoying an Atascadero afterglow after a close
to perfect day.
AN
ATASCADERO SUNSET
In
contrast to the sterile definition above, English
poet, Noel Carrington offers the following:
The
zenith spreads its canopy of sapphire, and the West
has a magnificent array of clouds, and as the breeze
plays on them they assume the forms of mountains,
castled cliffs and hills, and shadowy glens, and
groves, and beetling rocks, and some in golden masses
float, and others have edges of burning crimson ---
Never from the birth of time were scattered o'er the
glowing sky more splendid colorings.
GLASSY
ART
cambria
We
just can't get away from art. Both nature and nature's
crown, humankind, brandish their brushes with abandon.
A visit to Cambria reveals both, especially in the Art
Gallery shops where one-of-a-kind works will empty
your wallet and credit card in a blink.
CAMBRIAN
GINNIE and CAMBRIAN ORANGE
Basking
in a little sunspot, this plant nursery cat knows the
power of a low stress life. Looking dead to the world,
this guy was actually breathing while the shutter
snapped, but you had to look really close to make
sure. A few more leaves on top of him would have made
it more doubtful.
DEAD
TO THE WORLD
morro
bay
The
Morro Bay tradition of downing fish and chips is
getting old. Over fifty years of it. That's a combined
group total of 150 to 200 years. And one of us grew up
in Brooklyn! Is it real, this magnetic attraction to
the Rock? It's not like you're going to see anything
new here, except the higher prices! But it's getting
old. We didn't even go into the shell shop this time.
Let's just eat, look at a few t-shirts and leave. Oh,
take some pictures, too, for good measure.
FISHY
CHIPS
THE GENERIC POSE
NOT
WHAT IT SEEMS TO BE
 I
S.F.
HYDRANT
ONCE RED POST BLUE
FLECKED ROPE
SAILING
WITH P.G.&E.
If
Morro Bay's fatal flaw (a.k.a. the Power Plant) were
to magically disappear, a lot of lights would go out,
but a few of us would be secretly smiling.
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