During a break in the storms, we decided to check out a local Berkeley crag up on Grizzly Peak Blvd:




We were depressed by the condition of the place and the general stupidity that makes people think it's fun to do this:




But look closely, this is why we decided not to climb:








It was a a gentle reminder of how mother nature eventually rights herself after the violations of man.

Well, the protection was a little sketchy anyways:


The weather and the rock was a bit brisk and damp, forecast uncertain in Berkeley:


So we decided to go to Muir Woods for the day and be shutterbugs:






I love the smell of bay trees, and often grab a handful when I'm rapping off some Yosemite obscurity and thrashing around nearby. This was just a beautiful emerald carpet whose wonders changed with the shifting clouds and light:


When I walk around, I enjoy seeing different textures and patterns:




That's one of many things I share with my lady. She taught me what those "white balance" and "ISO" thingies are on my little digital pocket camera:







It was a magical trail, such a short amount of walking to separate us from the madding crowds:







It's hard to be agitated in a place like this. The stately natural rhythm of things finds subconscious resonance with our quiet inner peace:







We make a little game out of trying to capture the beauty we see all around us, and in those expanded moments of perception the little wonders fill our world:

















And let ourselves become tangled in patterns:






And we freeze time to savor every delicious drop that rolls off our fingers to dance before our eyes:







And we cherish the life we live together, not having to choose between doing what we love and being with our love:



It was a good day. But we're so lucky, it would have been a good day even if we sat around a paint-covered crag amidst shards of glass. Because we're with each other.