Monthly Archives: August 2012
August 12
But don’t start down that road to the the ocean from yesterday’s post quite yet: you’ll want to stop for lunch. Trust me on this.
A good suggestion would be Poppa Joe’s (“Home of Good Eats – Serving Ferndale Since 1882”), right on the main street in Ferndale. Grab a seat at the counter and you get a bonus with your lunch: watching the cook, who never stops moving, make plate after plate of food. Almost everyone will be a local; the waitress’ll greet them with, “You need to see a menu?” No one will, and she knew that before she asked.
If you are at the end of the counter, you can see this sign on a shelf. I don’t know what it means, but I kind of like the title Beeper Keeper.
Ferndale, California
photographed 7.30.2012
August 11
If you go south from Eureka, then take highway 211 to Ferndale, and turn left at the sign for Capetown (watch carefully or you’ll miss it), you’ll be on an un-numbered road that will eventually bring you to this view of the ocean. It’s worth the trip.
somewhere in Humboldt County, California
photographed 7.30.2012
UPDATE, August 30: By popular demand – I am looking at you, Pablo Buitrago! – here’s a color version:
August 10
What’s left of the original town of Shasta is now the Shasta State Historic Park. These structures were built between 1853-1856.
Shasta, California
photographed 8.3.2012
Bonus: in memoriam (of a house)
This photo is from last year’s blog. It’s time to look at it again.
For nearly three years, I have driven past this abandoned farmhouse and observed its decline. At first, the window glass was intact. Then one day, the glass was broken and the tail ends of white curtains fluttered against the rough stucco walls. After a while, the curtain ends were tattered (and less white), and then they were just…gone.
Lately, I’ve noticed the front door standing open.
On Tuesday, the trees had been pulled down and were left in a big pile in front of the house.
And, this morning there was a bulldozer knocking down walls.
By tomorrow, the house will be no more.
I have a rather unreasonable sense of loss, and worry that the other buildings at the same intersection will soon suffer the same fate.
FM 1585 and FM 168
Hockley County, Texas
August 9
You know sometimes how you go to an unfamiliar city and feel right at home? Like you could live there? I didn’t feel that way here, but I did get to see this bridge, which my blogging pal over at El Bueno El Feo y El Malo will likely recognize as a design by Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava.
Redding, California
photographed 8.2.2012
One Day | One Image 