It’s always tough to say goodbye to Peaks Island. I snapped this photo right before boarding. Several of my family members are scattered in the crowd.
Uncle John and Cousin Andrew
On the Portland ferry, leaving Peaks Island after the Powers Cup, Andrew and his dad John.
John Kruth in Felton
Jammin with John Kruth in the under the tall corn in Felton, CA.
Highway 9, it’s got one up on Highway 8.
Oyster mushrooms
Oyster mushrooms from Watsonville. The man who sells them came from Vietnam on a twenty foot boat with 150 people on it. The mushrooms grow in hothouses. The tomato in back is the biggest I’ve grown so far.
Computer made this
John John’s First Birthday
Dave took a lot of pictures of us and none of them feature all of us looking into the camera. But then Google automatically montaged us into this image. Rather unsettling.
Bottling
Brewmaster Nami
Ground
By accident, Evergreen Village Square.
It’s the first real heatwave since we moved to California. I’m outside in the zero gravity chair at five in the morning in my underwear. The cock crows.
Rap miscellany
The code of the streets:
There’s a choad in the sheets.
Rainbow Tomato Plant
In the garden, knowledge and plants will grow. Mostly hands-off, this Rainbow tomato’s grown since Vanessa Shaushkin gave me the seedling earlier this summer. It’s six feet tall. Should I top it? Never grown one this big. It’s a good omen for John John.
Painting
