On Wednesday I went out with two of my friends (one of whom is a dog, the other a human) to see the redwoods in Felton, California. Was just what I needed.
The Salton Sea is bizarre. It’s so bizarre that the documentary about it is narrated by John Waters. I didn’t get to explore any of the abandoned towns nearby (well, unless Niland and Slab City count…) but we stopped by the bird sanctuary on the shore. The shore is made out of dead fish and barnacles.
One of the photos is actually of San Diego.
Last weekend, I went to visit my friend from Spain who is living in San Diego. I went with her and her friend to Slab City, a squatted trailer park near Niland, California. Of course I took them to Salvation Mountain, and we also got to explore East Jesus, one of the more developed places on the slabs. And it’s always fun to empower european anarchists to shoot guns for the first time.
I spoke more extensively about how I felt regarding the oakland general strike in my last post. Here are 50 photos of the day. They work backwards chronologically, from the mass demonstration that shut down the port of Oakland, to the anti-capitalist march that defaced some banks, to other marches that also shut down banks, to elements of the rally itself.
Below are photos from two different marches as part of #occupysantacruz, one on October 15 and one on October 12.
I spent a few days on Pender, a smallish island off the coast of British Columbia, on land that was shared with literally hundreds of dead vehicles being overtaken by the forest. Also, punx and bluffs.
Abstract closeups shot with a DIY macro lens I have.
Eight photos of the ferry from Victoria to Pender.
I came to Vancouver Island by ferry from the mainland, which takes you through some beautiful smaller islands. We went out to see “canada’s gnarliest tree.”. We combed the beach for shells and other treasure, swam in a beautiful lake, and saw entire mountainsides that had been clearcut. (a lot of photos after the cut).
We met in a park and marched to an export facility. No civil disobedience or direct action was planned for the event, but the organizers promised that the new tar sands extraction infrastructure would be stopped, that this march was only a friendly beginning. Speakers spoke about the horrors of the pipelines and extraction, the ignoring of tribal sovereignty, the all-too-recent pipeline spill in the neighborhood we marched in, and the like. A ten-year old sang a rather breathtaking song about the need to listen to the land.