Doc Mishler last rode the coast road fifteen years ago with the two horses pictured on the right: Chief Free Spirit and Keep The Faith. At that time, Doc trotted from Montana to Washington D.C., by way of California, after surviving a cancer diagnosis and its treatment and reading the book, How Then Shall We… Read More Doc Mishler Rides Again!
Dude gave me his name, but I didn’t ask his permission to share, so I’ll tell you that dude’s name is “Noah.” Noah’s hitched rides from Shasta County to the San Mateo County coast. He has no specific destination. New Mexico, ultimately, then back home. “Lightning Fields, New Mexico,” I suggested. Noah hadn’t heard about… Read More Coast Road Wayfarer
I’m here, just experiencing the winter doldrums + researching California’s Plein Air artists, learning about Tonalism, and the difference between Southern California Plein Air artists, and the Northern California ones. Capitalization of “Southern” and “Northern,” entirely intentional. Keep visiting. I’ll post again soon.
A friend lent me his copy of A Separate Place, with text by Charles Jones and black-and-white photographs by Susan Friedman. Printed in 1974 by the Sierra Club with no reprints, A Separate Place describes California’s coastal corridor of San Gregorio to Pescadero and its inland nooks of La Honda and Loma Mar. This is coastal southern… Read More A Separate Place
Hot dog Buns First day of Summer arrives bittersweet, for it marks the beginning of dwindling hours of daylight, until the solstice reaches its low, its demise, if you will, the blackout which signifies winter’s begin. First day of Winter, hopeful. Days getting longer. First Day of Summer, full of regret over time wasted. “After… Read More Meridian