Sandy Eggos

Went down to San Diego on the Sunday after the show to see the sd family, shoot "Chief", and try not to get roped into working on a boat. Two for three ain't bad.

I wish i remembered the name he gave him self when I lived in Ventura. Toki, or chochi, or maki.
The oldest of the Perich Brothers. For more on their crazy adventures, go here perich brothers (and sister)
Everything you need, and nothing you don't. I swear.

Lurking in the shadows. Five and a half more years.
Monumental discoveries.
Grinding disc killer.

The circus was in town. But I don't think it left.
If you joined the navy on the west coast, Between 1923 to the late 70's you more then likely got sent here: Naval Training Center San Diego
Proud chief.

It's summertime,

...get burnt.

More film scans from my trip to see the "dago bad boyz" posted tomorrow.

Orange County pays their taxes.

Golden State Fwy is actually an Interstate. I stayed in state but headed south to Santa Ana, to visit the space cadets and hear stories of intergalactic journeys, adventures, and the pains of telliporting all your moving boxes.

Sloppy and the spaceter.
There happened to be a car show around the corner from his new place. This thing had me singing this song all day.

Sunrise Cycles makes fun looking bikes. The amount of bikes at bf3 was a bit overwhelming but I was able to capture two of my favorites, in the same frame.
Knuckle knee dragger. Loved this thing.
The Intergalactic space ship (un-named thus far)
Don't pass out with your shoes on kids.
No pissing in the space ship.
Veronica's hwy 5 cruising mahhhcheen.
Headed down to sd to see some family. Five minutes in my sister picked me up in a shady parking lot...

to.be.continued......

Trip down Sur Teasers

Been using my film body a lot lately. It's small, simple, and silver salts. With film they're more to worry about, but less worry. It's great. Here's two quick ones from my weekend down south. The rest in a few.

Too much too young.
Pre war in post war. Well, world-wise at least.

wednesday

Just listen for the bell.

random five 06/24/2011

the real sf treat. gets better as it melts. not sure if you can find them down south.
hey, why's your face so oily?

death traps swap. Sonora, Calif. fuck your 60's show car Michelle.
east looking west.
the perfect uhaul for this guy. your new transmission is on it's way!

Random Three 06/20/2011

True Love
Part of a well balanced diet.
Filling time with drives on skyline.

nocturnal submission

Apparently people look at this shit. Too busy feeding my self to feed the masses. or minors. errr people.

I am a slave to the machine and my computer has been revolting. Unable to process raw files. Thus, I've raided the coal mine that is my cell phone camera to give you the best of the worst.

I'll start with this weekend, and then it's going to be a photographic lottery of the last few months. Garbage in Garbage out. For your sake, "donate" adobe CS to me, and we'll be back inbusiness. Cheers! -PigPen

Saw an old friend after bike party.
The light at the end of the chunnel.
It was pointed out to me that erosion created a heart in the rock to the right. Usually it's the other way around.
Rich man's ruins. Sutro Baths.
My new favorite late night breakfast and coffee joint in San Francisco. Anchor on tap.

Traditional Labor Based Folk Art in the Modern World: Volume One

I'm making no significant statement with this post. just a mere observation.

When I lived in San Diego, a lot of the bigger jobs we would work on I would consistently run across little face portraits that the different workers would draw in random areas. They all had they're specialties but for someone reason the nose always got drawn into a dick. Dick faced mr. magoon lookin guys. Strange for sure, but I wanted to see if the phenomenon had spread to the north.

One random day while dropping off some materials, I decided to add a catalyst to my little experiment. I drew eyes and mouth of the face on the right and pushed that first domino into action.
And now wouldn't little gabriel know it..... WILDFIRE!
Porta-Portraits. Possible dicknose senerios.
I even discovered the rarely seen, post-modern-interior-media-based-abstract labor based folk art.

strawing for gasps

Ooopsie Poopsie

Fiction

Free Gillberto

Was singing this song this morning, and randomly got a text a few hours later.

Glad your back gill.

Frontside crooked grind

like a bridge over troubled water

bobFTWseger

Computers been on its last leg, errr mega chip. Photos are backlogged. So now get your seger on.

last three songs are golden. Best version of turn the page is the one they don't play on the radio. Less blow your own horn sax, more piano.

I'm sorry if you listened to all these. Wait, no I'm not, your sorry.