kooop!
kelly lane
santa barbara, ca
artist/photog/fortunate fool
dejalane [at] hotmail [dot] com
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#30daysofbiking present
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svartifoss waterfall and columnar basalt, skaftafell national park, iceland
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2010 Review
JANUARY
Sailing with Scott & Suz
Stormy Weather
The Playground
No Expectations, No Limitations
Winter Surf
FEBRUARY
Isha Yoga - Sadhguru!
Sea Scouting
Un Peu de Paris
D’Histoire Naturelle
MARCH
Barcelona
Balearic
More SB Sailing
Fave Elings Park Tree
Harbor Patrol
APRIL
Cape Town
Kayaking with Lion’s Head and the 12 Apostles
Shark Diving
Phantom Forest
Rovos Rail
Victoria Falls, Zambia
MAY
Zarafa, Botswana
Kings Pool, Botswana
Vumbura Makoro Ride
Indiana Fam Visit
Boat Bender
JUNE
Dodger Game
Pinniped Paddle
Beach House BBQ
Indianer Again
Solstice!
JULY
Best seat in the house!
Best Cajun brex where I met Miklos!
Trouble
San Ysid Hike w Suz
August
New House!
Fiesta, Fiesta
Besties Bike Ride
Hot Springs & Wine Tasting
Frank Black!
SEPTEMBER
Burning Man
Sniper Visit
Dubai
Nile Cruise
OCTOBER
Cairo
Tanzania
Zanzibar
Cape Town
Halloween in SB
NOVEMBER
Downtown Debauchery
Midnight at the Skull Canal
Thanksgiving Party
DECEMBER
SantaCon Workshop
Breakfast on the beach
Parma Hike
Wine Winner of 2010 - Demetria Pinot
Cajun tradition:
Big Sur
Year End Work Party:
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beyond awesome.
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the xx - islands
(Source: goldene)
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la lit, toulouse-latrec - tous les jours!
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I used to think there was an owl in the courtyard outside the window. I would hear a deep-throated hooting noise late in the morning. I called him the owl of the courtyard. “Hoo hoo,” said the owl of the courtyard. It is raining again, hoo hoo. Now I think maybe it is just a pigeon. Somebody told me that owls don’t make noise like that in the late morning. Whoever told me that destroyed my morning owl. They took him away and replaced him with a pigeon. - morgan meis
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About The Man Who Began Flying After Meeting Her
by dave eggers
When he met her and they liked each other a great deal, he heard things better, and in his eyes the lines of the physical world were sharper than before. He was smarter, he was more aware, and he thought of new things to do with his days. He considered activities which before had been vaguely intriguing but which now seemed urgent, and which must, he thought, be done with his new companion. He wanted to fly in lightweight contraptions with her. He had always been intrigued by gliders, parachutes, ultralights and hang-gliders, and now he felt that this would be a facet of their new life: that they would be a couple that flew around on weekends and on vacations, in small aircraft. They would learn the terminology; they would join clubs. They would have a trailer of some kind, or a large van, in which to hold their new machines and supple wings folded, and they would drive to new places to see from above. The kind of flying that interested him was close to the ground - less than a thousand feet above earth. He wanted to see things moving quickly below him, wanted to be able to wave to people below, to see wildebeest run and to count dolphins streaming away from shore. He hoped this was the kind of flying she’d want to do, too. He became so attached to the idea of this person and this flying and this life entwined that he was not sure what he would do if it did not become actual. He didn’t want to do this flying alone; he would rather not do it than do it without her. But if he asked her to fly with him, and she expressed reservations, or was not inspired, would he stay with her? Could he? He decides that he would not. If she does not drive in the van with the wings carefully folded, he will have to leave, smile and leave, and then he will look again. But when and if he finds another companion, he knows his plan will not be for flying. It will be another plan with another person, because if he goes flying close to the earth it will be with her.
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venus just after sunset
