The Golden Gate Bridge never fully appeared, but the show went on anyway. Lots of boats and lots of capsizes. The breeze out of the West at about 15 knots. The wind and tide were flowing in the same direction during racing , so the water was flat. The racing was close to the Green. I think, having seen the racing, here and in Newport, that in fact, the viewing was better in Newport.
While in Los Angeles we had lunch with a good friend in Malibu. We found the environment there uncomfortable, at least for us. Since I carry a camera all the time I had many people question if I was a paparazzi, and seemed truly disappointed when I replied that I was not. Apparently, a little later, some genuine paparazzi did appear; from their looks in my direction they were concerned that I was competition. Evidently, lots of movie stars or other famous people often go there for lunch. This is the lure of being there for many.
I am out of step, as I was seeking the unusual among the usual; the ordinary that stands out. It is not always as easy as looking at a movie star; but for me more rewarding
Some images of the racing in Newport, a reminder of what is to come in San Francisco.
http://www.americascup.com/en/news/3/news/5122/the-bay-bites-back
The AC 45’s have been practicing all week ahead of the regatta scheduled for next week. Click on the link and see the action.
These are images from the Getty Museum of an 18th century pipe box. It makes you wonder what they thought of smokers even then.
Perhaps my most favorite saying from my most favorite movie (I Know Where I’m Going) While I am stretching the intent of the phrase in this case; this intrepid group was traveling by jumping trains, hitchhiking and any other means to get around. On this day, they could not play music to beg as it was illegal, but the have a sign and panhandle was not.
They considered themselves migrant workers. Willing to pick potatoes, or anything that needed collecting. Their goal was to save enough to buy a truck so that travel would not be quite as hard.
It does not perhaps seem very realistic; what they were doing; but why not? It would certainly make very interesting reading if they were to write it down. Not just the travails of their journey, but the interaction with those they meet.
I asked if I could photograph them and they consented. I added that I was going to write a post, which left them scratching their heads. I gave them some water and some power bars, because that is what I travel with; a woman came up to them very shortly after that and gave them what must have been enough to meet their goal, because they picked up and left.
The America’s Cup 45 foot catamarans have been practicing and in a few days they will race in an area in front of marina green.
The similarity is striking, for me. so I couldn’t resist posting the two side by side. Antonio Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia and the Watts Towers
Apart from the fact that both the 45 foot cats and the 72 foot cat are both catamarans. They are very different beasts.
