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Swinging into the new year

No parking

Crusing the tree farm

View to the west

Driving lesson

Another concept of moving cities...

(Article from IO9, art from POLIEDRO.)

Glimmer Train Unboxing

I've been fortunate to work with Glimmer Train twice now, two stories separated by many years of time, and I'm happy to say the current issue has the second piece of mine in it.  (My last story came out in Issue 21--I'll let you do the math on that one.  Another Winter issue, funny enough.) 
While the acceptance is always great, and working with Susan & Linda on the contract, on edits and Last Page details (if you haven't seen GT, you get your own page in the back where you can kind of do what you want) has always been awesome, there's nothing quite like getting the issue in the mail. (And how often do you get to see a quote from your story on a bookmark?  Glimmer Train has one in every issue.)

This one arrived this week, and here's what it looks like.  I can't say enough good things about Susan, Linda, and the beautiful magazine they've put out so consistently, over such a long period of time.  

You can, of course, get your own copy, either from your…

Early morning meeting

Burning the wicker stool

Peppers in the San Franciso street

Two eyes keeping watch on me

Bridge to the good life

One awesome burger

The Auctioneer

Lizard is watching me for any false moves. All my moves are false, I tell him--how you gonna know?

Dog sleeps off her benadryl after eating the honeybee

The desk I share with the mice, down in the shed

Garage by night

No roosters in the house, I say. Let's compromise, he says. I'll just sit here in your spot on the couch.

For a time, everything was quiet. But then Shub-Niggurath rose up and swallowed us all...

Stuck in the culvert, there was nothing to do but wait for rescue.

Surfing Lilliputian braves the rocks near Big Sur

After the tequila, Papi would go to his special place--and we all knew better than to wake him.

The rest of us slept on, but George just couldn't get her out of his head.

Boat day

When Herman started telling the old war stories again, we all knew there was no stopping him.

Everything was going fine, until someone stepped on Elliot's sore toe.

Walking the Alameda pier

None of us were surprised when, after a good night at the pub, Jack and Harry burst into song.

The road up Brokeoff Mountain

Hiking the volcano, at 5000 feet

Sliver of moon settles down at sunset, and I'm thinking where did I leave my hat

Robot on road trip

Hurley and the Mystery Machine

Meghna's hands

Little cabin in the woods

They're way north of here, volcano country, up past Chico and into the high hills where places have names like Brokeoff Mountain and Bumpass Hell.  You follow the Feather River north out of Chester, up into the National Forest there, until you find them.  A series of small, rustic cabins, tucked right up against the river, among the trees.
This one was built, I'm told, in the 1930s, a long time before my aunt decided to buy and gently make it livable.  There was a national program that ran largely out west, then, intended to give regular, normal people, a chance to spend some time up in the woods, getting in touch with nature.  The program is still running, though it was the first I'd heard of it.  You rent the land with a long term lease from the Forest Service, and you build on it--and many people did.  Now, if you're lucky, you can buy one of these places inexpensively, fix it up if it needs it, and settle down for the summer.  My aunt goes up every year now.
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Off Highway 1, near Big Sur, these out-of-staters had the right approach to this place we call California

Dreaming of the northlands

Night truck in Scott's Valley

Just ten feet from the water, all he wanted was a drink.

This seal thinks I'm a fantastic singer. "He would," the kids say. "Of course he would."

Stalked by buses: on Seabright

Are you gonna eat that? Cause, you know...