Wandering Study

Morning drive out of Joshua Tree

Bri and I coming home accompanied by Landon

It’s El Nino and the waves are here. I have one more week to surf it up before heading up to Mammoth for the winter.

A windy sunset walk with Bri and Sketch.

After a trip to the Getty I bought some clay, soon after Herb arrived.

Some sketches of Herb. A breakthrough.

As you can see I’ve been playing with my little GoPro camera. Its miniature, waterproof, and thus far I haven’t destroyed it. Here is a surf video from the spring in Costa Rica (from my first GoPro camera, which has since fallen into the hands of the Costa Rican underworld along with just about everything else I had with me at the time).

The volvo and I are headed out into the cold and rainy New England elements, hopefully at least one of us can stay dry. I’ve been staying with Jeff for over a month and it is time get back to California. The surf was fun if infrequent out here but I can’t wait to be back at my home break. I have a job lined up for the winter as well, working at June mountain. I have had to slow myself down though, remind myself there are a lot of states and cities and gas stations and car camping spots to pass through before I get home, best not to get ahead of myself. There are some projects I have brewing in my head for the trip across, they will manifest themselves here.

This is a sampling of the sketchbook from the last few weeks.

A vista feet from our tent.

Studying from the master.

Getting there in my mind anyway.

Finished reading Vonnegut’s Galapagos, the main thesis of which is human brains have grown too big to be useful as a survival scheme (i.e. humans are greedy and eternally unsatisfied as opposed to all other animals who only want to eat their fill and ease away any spare time) and therefore it is in the best interest of humans to evolve back to a smaller brain and a more simple life. When I first arrived in New England and met up with my cousins we talked about why we are all unsatisfied by our jobs, and in my case my lack of. One thought came up, we have too many options. Having no solution….we went camping.

Sleeping out on the river bank. A little damp and a little cold.

Blaine, Me, Brad, Dan, Jeff on Labor Day at the summit of the highest peak on the east coast along with the entire population of New England (just out of frame).

Another fruitless surf check.