Me, riding myself.

Monterey shorebreak.

Harold the friendly squirrel.

Soaking up the sun at Pescadero.

Me, Pete and a Japanese tea garden of eternal zen.

The city, and a dog.

El Cap, clean as a whistle. My J7 Quad was the shizznet out here.

A group of VERY serious bird watchers.

Camping.

This is how the surf was in Big Sur the whole time, big, cold and windy.

Sand Dollar Beach
