Sophie's External Brain

This may have been my cousin John, or else I surely zoomed in from a far to get this perspective. Perhaps I took this after getting my first sports lens (which was really generous of my family to indulge me with). I no longer remember.

Surfing is something I enjoy watching quite a bit more than doing. On this particular morning I’m sure the water was bitter cold, and even those booties and a wetsuit wouldn’t be enough to get me in those great white shark waters, with the Farallon Islands just offshore. But you don’t have to twist my arm to watch “The Endless Summer,” “Riding Giants,” or “Step Into Liquid.”

This isn’t a particularly good photo… but I found these set of people highly amusing, as if it was some small glitch in the matrix or something.

This photo seemed to capture a feeling I have sometimes, a sort of quiet loneliness. At the time I took this photo my favorite movie was The Art of Getting By, so I was listening to the song Winter Lady by Lady Cohen, a rather melancholy song, and Broken Bells for much of the trip.

You see it too, right? The parallels?

Not a particularly impressive photo but I love the pop of color from the greenery and the cabs against the washed stone here.