state of mind: california dreaming.
tune: mylo "emotion".
just been in a cali mood today. not sure what triggered it. my friend karl is off to canada and the states for 16 months or so, maybe it is getting me sentimental. everything seems to be pointing to cali right now. something subconscious happening.
so i guess i feel like reflecting. heres a few narrated pics from san fran, san juan bautista, and santa barbara. i really felt quite at home in these places. they had a quintessential californian vibe, which isn't really that different from east coast australia, especially when you can smell the eukalyptus oil from all the eukalypts they have planted over there.
san fransisco was awesome. easy to get around, weather was fantastic, clubs were too much fun, downtown was cool. stayed in mission district, which made for some interesting sites, really got an idea of the latino slant on frisco life.
downtown frisco viewed from the western aspect of alcatraz. for a little rock with such a brutal past, it sure is photogenic.
this pic sums up the backstreets of mission to a tee. primarily a lower SES latino area, it just has the most awesome aura. pimped up rides with salsa and meringue blaring out of them, cheap cons, and some damn good fried chicken for breakfast - latin ghetto style.
says it all really...
--
san juan bautista, a small town about an hour and a half drive south of frisco. my "family for a day" insisted on lunch here, at a little place they think is the best mexican from san fran to LA.
the old spanish mission, one of seven or eight left in california. the whole site is a 'national historic landmark'.
from left: me, judy, grace, and john. my adopted cali family for the day, outside the old mission. john and judy , acupuncturists, had just been to a natural medicine conference in frisco - how west coast! they accepted my hitch hiking ways on the grounds that they were paying their dues from all the times they did it back in the 70s. wonderful people.
the plains and mountains to the east of the town. just out of shot in the foreground is the old narrow dirt track that the spanish missionaries (including san juan bautista - st john the baptist himself) travelled along.
--
santa barbara, apparently america's most beautiful town or so i was told. not that santa barbara is unattractive, but if it is the MOST beautiful, america is an ugly place.
the offshore oil rigs viewed late at night from the end of stearns wharf.
the offshore oil rigs viewed in the morning from the end of stearns wharf.
the drainage creek disappearing under e cabrillo blvd before entering the pacific. the palms really give it away.
2 comments:
cali-for-n-i-a!! i still to get muh black ass out there & check out vegas, LA & santo diago ... maybe visit a napa winery.
there'll be a time... and when it comes, i wanna be there! xo..
Post a Comment