Photos of Buddy Guy are thanks to Google Buddy Guy performed tonight for a continuous two-hour set at HSU's Van Duzer Theater, where he managed to break every rule of the stage. Here was a 75-year-young man (as he liked to put it) singing every raunchy word and image conceivable from "she had one leg to the east, one leg to the west, and I was in the middle trying to do my best" to the next song, "I met a woman who was a tub a fat, laugh if you want brother but I like it like that," and even the awkwardly inappropriate chorus, "You just don't realize you got yourself a good deal, She's nineteen years old and she got ways like a baby child." Not to mention the infamous phrase that he coerced the entire crowd to yell at the top of their lungs, "While you were slippin out, someone else was slippin in!"
Photos of Buddy Guy are thanks to Google Buddy Guy played the guitar as if his soul depended on it. He even caressed the guitar backwards making it sing on his chest as he sang about making love to it. You can't get more pimp then that! He also whipped out his classic drum-stick playing on the guitar, which I had never seen before. As the grand finale, Buddy broke the biggest rule of all which was walking into the audience with his wireless electric guitar, catching the body guards off-guard behind stage. As they raced to keep up with him, he pushed his way through an uproarious crowd and all the way to the balcony where he pulled hot licks out of his Fender Stratocaster. A rule-breaker by nature, Buddy Guy impressed the Humboldt natives who pride themselves on making their own rules.
Sequoia Park One of my obsessions is to photograph rays of light. The sun shines through the trees here in a special way, filtered through the high canopies it pierces the earth below like a searchlight.
As the daylight wanes, Trinidad Head's tunnel-passage always begets remarkable displays of light amidst the thorny brambles.
Ladybird Johnson Grove Columns of sunlit air contrast the shadowed regions in a magnificent display of crepuscular rays .
Patrick's Point; The Rim Trail
Eric Estling, my adorable and patient lover, stands idly by while I play with the sunbeams on my camera screen, making him appear ethereal.
Drury Scenic Drive
Driving around here is not for the faint-hearted (ie: me). 4-wheel drive is crucial if you want to do any kind of exploring off the beaten path. My significant other is more of a risk-taker by nature, but he'll sometimes turn out to be wrong when judging the capabilities of our beloved automobiles (R.I.P. Moby Dick, our beloved Honda station wagon). However, one must take risks to get to the other side! It’s amazing what we’ll do to get a Humboldt Moment on camera…
The Risk...
& Reward
After traversing through 3 of the above creeks, you enter Fern Canyon
The Risk...
& Reward
Crashing waves off of South Spit
The Risk...
& Reward
Easter in Kneeland and the first time my significant other had seen snow falling from the sky
Coastal Redwood by Bailey Fletcher (an excerpt)
To the ever-living this poem goes to the stoic ones that silence knows. Men of science scribe in pen Sequoia Semperviren though she has another name unspoken Virgin Timber. Blackened inside, hollowed-out by fire Growing eons ever-higher Jagged javelins torqued skyward Steeples for the morning choir.
The corkscrew tree is comprised of about fifteen trees (depending on who’s counting) that grew and twisted together over time. It is a marvel to behold and easy to climb into its sun-dappled center fortress. It’s right off of Drury Scenic Drive, the scenic alternate to 101.
This is The Chandelier Tree in Legget. It’s 315 feet high and about 2400 years old. Driving through this tree fulfilled my father’s childhood fantasy which occurred to him as a young boy in Florida, staring at the cover of his science textbook all year long which was reminiscent of this very image.
It is a common occurrence for redwoods to form a fairy ring (also called a family circle) around where their mother tree used to be. When the parent tree dies, a new generation of trees rise around it, forming a natural cathedral.
Coast redwoods create their own fog by breathing out ample amounts of moisture, usually transpiring as much as 500 gallons a day! That's as much water as an hour long shower.
Surf 4 Peace was today. It's an annual fundraiser for nonprofit organizations.
Surfing is one of the pleasant happenings out in the water that I just sit back and admire from afar because I've seen Jaws too many times to pose as a seal where great white sharks roam, but that's just me! Call me a lily-livered landlubber.
After two years of wanting to go but not being able to find the time (or afford the $5 entry fee which I later found out was negotiable), I finally woke up early on a Saturday to make the brief 4-hour window of accessibility into the gorgeous Humboldt Botanical Gardens, which is a burgeoning project full of possibility. It's quite a steep hike up the hill behind College of the Redwoods but there are plenty of benches along the way overlooking the bay, and shaded gardens that offer reprieve. The path is lined with kooky modern art projects like string tied to trees and buttons lining the ground, but if anything, they are good for a chuckle. The winner of these artsy fartsy projects is hands-down the phenomenal labyrinth at the end. It's a spiral mound that takes you on a silent, spiritual journey to the center, where traditionally, one meditates until fulfilling the labyrinth's name-sake, "All Happy Now".
The title of this project is appropriately, "Strings".
The Foxglove, also known as Dead Man's Thimbles, has purple pendent flowers that may look charming but it is one of the most poisonous plants known to man. If leaves, seeds, or flowers are consumed, it brings instant death to all living creatures.
From the top of the hill is a rewarding vista of the wildlife refuge and the bay.
Before I moved here I didn't give birds a second glance, unless they were being an annoyance. Now, two years later, I seek them out so I can observe their graceful habits from mating dances on the water to a flash of wings that lifts the bird off the ground into flight. It's so easy to become a bird-lover when your county is a birding hotspot with a variety of marshes, forests, and dunes that attract a huge diversity of birds. It's a common occurrence to see a red-tailed hawk perched on a street sign along the highway, herons grazing beside cattle in the pastures, red-breasted robins bouncing in the holly, ravens squawking a death knell, and scolds of stellar jays flying single-file across a clearing. This place is filled with so many wonders to arouse your undiscovered passions.
The ducks of Sequoia Park paddle into a puddle of sunlight.
Canadian Geese migrate here to have babies! It's priceless to watch these little boogers grow up and fly away, especially at the Humboldt Bay Wildlife Refuge.
I watched this fisherman gobble up fish after fish in Arcata Marsh, but what really struck me was the pattern of the rain rippling the water behind him and disturbing his shadow.
The common seagull is one of my favorite birds. It was a treat to watch these playful creatures tear apart the excess meat that the fishermen at Trinidad Pier threw over their boats.
Hiking to my favorite little nook, I hear an enchanting melody floating on the breeze. Low and behold, a mystical Asian woman is standing on Wedding Rock playing a wind instrument, looking out over the ocean.
It's not every day that a carnivorous Sunflower Star tries to consume your head.
What did I say about the hippie vans covered in peace signs? Well, they are everywhere.
Trilliums are the jewel of the redwood forest. It takes seventeen years until it finally matures and blooms in early spring. If picked, it takes 7 years to bloom again. If left alone their life span can reach seventy years.
Trilliums turn a dark pink as they age. Just lovely!
Talk about letting your imagination wander...
Willie Nelson strolled into town yesterday and played a show at the race tracks under a clear, moonlit night. He started with "Whiskey River", at which point everyone in cowboy hats pulled their flask out of their back pockets and the "ushers" took off their name tags. The finale (besides the encore of folk hymns) was The Humboldt Moment of the night in my humble opinion. We were already in a fog of smoke but when Willie sang "Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die", the crowd went ape shit. Pillars of smoke rose over the drunken masses and we weren't just passing joints, but exchanging them. When I caught one of my Willie-inspired braids on fire trying to light a doobie, I knew that I had just become a Humboldt Moment myself.
Humboldt County is known primarily for its illegal growing operations hidden among the majestic redwood trees but what is often overlooked is the eccentric culture; an unusual blend of hippies, transients, rednecks, college students, a wealthy upper-class, and many more oddball subcultures that I love. When I wake up in the morning I ask myself, "What will my Humboldt moment be today?" and I am never disappointed. These hilarious and often beautiful moments are comprised of the unexpected, for example, a goat sitting in the passenger seat of a passing car or a naked man dancing on the beach with dreadlocks down to his waist or a clan of hippies piling out of a school bus painted with peace signs. Although I've come to expect these oddities, they never cease to surprise me. I've decided to take it upon myself to chronicle these happenings in a blog so that I can share these gloriously strange moments from The Lost Coast with the outside world, and selfishly, so I can remember them forever.
The girl holding the pot leaf is not me. Although I did take the picture ;-)
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