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I’m back on the scene after a 10 day jaunt to the NYC area to escape the Mexican summer heat. Our travels brought us to family and friends, from PS1 and MOMA to square dancing and water skiing in Northwest Connecticut.
For the first part of our trip, we ran around New York, getting our museum fix on. We hooked up with Mexico-to-RockawayTaco transplant Andrew Field and played in the brilliant PS1 exhibits of Olafur Eliasson and Public Farm 1, making a stop at Mollusk NY. Uncle Timbo accompanied us to MOMA for a peek at the Home Delivery prefab exhibition and we got our shop on as we bought tons of baby crapola in preparation for the the arrival of the seedling in early January.
The second part of our trip brought us to Lakeville Connecticut, home of Camp Sloane. The place where I spent every summer, first as a camper then as a counselor. Labor Day weekend is Family Camp, so we joined some old camp buddies and reminisced around the camp fire and enjoyed the nature wonderland that is the Berkshires. Some serious spiritual stokage occurred.
We’re back in Vallarta now. It’s hot and the water’s flat. Ro just text’d saying “they” say there are waves, so I’ll end this here. Got a grip of photos to edit through, so hold tight.
Thursday, Aug 21st, 2008
Categories: my photos
taken next door to “Tacos el Gordo” between Bucerias and Mezcales.
Wednesday, Aug 20th, 2008
Categories: my photos
I met these two kids down in the plaza in Bucerias. little skate gnar gnars.
Head to the grindstone, little action on the blog means this bwoy is busy bees. Working on epic book version of this blog. keep yer eye out wee lad. 14 hour work days = almost two weeks without water, not much swell to speak of, so haven’t missed much. On evidence of slight uptick in swell, went last night to the favorite walled-up bowl break. At first glance, flat as can be. With patience – waist to chest high pulses rolling through. The potato chip handles nice tight S-carves and fatty whitewater floaters. For some odd reason I was super connected to the board, personal form in fine style. ‘Twas one a my best, mellowest sessions in months. I truly digs dema small waves, I can get open on knee highs and potato chips.
Back to worky, meh sez.
We spent New Year’s Eve 07-08 hanging out with some friends in La Cruz (is it nye 07 or nye 08? i’m not quite sure). It was a mellow house party kinda thing with a bonfire on the beach that never could quite make it to actual bonfire status. The fire was a tad bit impotent and kept extinguishing itself.
After making it back down to Mexico in time for the holidays, we happened to arrive in the midst of what most people are saying is the coldest it’s been here in the last 10 years or so. A temperature check says that we endured lows in the low 50’s. To us, it was freezing. Obviously, not quite freezing, but temperature is a relative concept. It took us a few days to figure out that we should pull out that winter clothing (packed away for trips up north). Until we got into the “mexico is actually cold” vibe, we froze our tukusas off. Once acclimated, being able to bundle up in a light jacket or sweater, some jeans and shoes (with socks!), it was so wonderful, one night I was even able to see my breathe hanging in the air. It was like our version of being stuck in a three foot snow storm in Wisconsin. I’m surprised the kids didn’t get off from school. It’s still pretty cold and I feel for all the xmas gringos walking around in shortsnteeshirts, seeing pink gringos suntanning on the beach while I’m dipping my toes in the ocean with jeans, tee and long-sleeve button down shirt, it just ain’t right.
As for surfing, I haven’t been able to drag myself out into the freezing water just quite yet. It’s a huge temperature change from that of Bali, gonna be a shock for sure. I have a spring suit ready to go, but right about now I’m wishing I had bought a .5mm full suit (do they even make .5mm full suits? one can dream, can’t they?!) I have a few new toys i’m dying to try out though, so I’ll have to bite the bullet sooner then later.
Happy New Years to you all. Marcia and I wish everyone a healthy, happy, spiritually wealthy ‘08 filled with tons of good waves. Feliz Año!
Ding repair signs are classic.
On a not-so-recent visit to San Sebastian del Oeste
After bowling, we headed over to our new favorite taco joint Tacos Mapaches. ‘Mapache’ is spanish for ‘Raccoon’. Tacos Mapache is in the Marina Vallarta area, across from the “Foam Party” club.
The cool thing about this particular taco stand is that in addition to some (slightly expensive but) hella good tacos, it’s the home to a family of 30+ raccoons that come at all hours of the day for masa treats (masa is the corn dough used to make tortillas). The raccoons actually live in a marsh reserve that is out back, behind the restaurant. They use the taco stand as a home base and free meal. So as you’re eating your tacos, you get to swat off several raccoons begging for food, sometimes they mistake your toe for a scrap. Then out comes the big bowl of masa and in come the entire family. It’s definitely worth the 20 or peso extra it costs us to eat at Tacos Mapaches.
Bucerias, Nayarit, Mexico.
Wednesday, Oct 24th, 2007
Categories: my photos
Taken on the way back to the car after a fruitless session, the day after Tropical Storm Kiko, somewhere between punta mita and la cruz. photo by Elizabeth Lloyd
My mom has just returned from a summer long jaunt up in Woodstock, NY (photos from my pops). She’s coming back to a just finished house that she spent the last year designing and building. It’s in the ‘Alta Vista’ colonia (neighborhood) high above old-town Puerto Vallarta. She’s got a sick view with a gorgeous pool, on the other side of that edge, a 40 foot drop to the walkway below. The house is super tight and I’m putting the finishing touches on a start to finish photoset. It’s good to have moms back in the general vicinity, but the downside is that she will no longer be living a half a block away, rather a 40 minute drive to the south side of Vallarta. I have a feeling my spanish is about to get a whole lot more polished.
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My friends, Juan Pablo and Rebeca, got married this past weekend in Guadalajara and ambushed me, last minute, into being their wedding photographer for gratis. I knew I’d be taking pictures anyway, so I took the request as an assignment and had a bunch of fun with it. Playing up the photog role to a ‘T’ only flagging towards the midnight hour, after 2 johnnywalkerblacksnsodawater (thank you, Fer). Rule #1: wedding photographers should not drink at all, good thing these were my friends and there was no money changing hands.
The selects presented here are just 20 of 400 photos (800 with color and b+w versions of each), hopefully there’s something interesting in each one of them. I tried to keep it short n sweet, there’s nothing like 100 image photosets of a wedding for whom you don’t know anyone at the party. Overall, I’m pretty happy with the results. My favorites are the brick wall back-drop ones, here and here, totally spontaneous.
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Last weekend, unbeknownst to us (and probably to him), we spent our last weekend galavanting around Mexico’s insane natural playground with Andrew: soul surfer, gourmet vegan chef, proprietor of Roots and our good buddy.
Andrew has decided to follow his heart to big, bad NYC. pretty good freakin’ choice. I can’t say I blame him and Marcia and I wish him the best as he continues to look for the good in all things and cook up marvelous eats. We’re still reeling over losing such a good friend, but since NYC is like the center of my universe, I’m sure we’ll be kickin’ it real soon. The real question is what the hell are we gonna do without Roots, we gwon starve to death. A brother can only eat so many quesadillas and tacos…
On second thought: Andrew come back, homie, we gotta eats. pinche güero.
UPDATE: This is unbelievable. Andrew, only two days in NYC, stumbles into Blossom (gourmet vegan cuisine) in Chelsea and subsequently talks his way into becoming their head chef for the new cafe they’re opening on the upper west side. He’s now preparing the menu and overseeing the end of construction on the kitchen, you go Andrew, shheeeit!. the boy is golden. People, if you’re in NYC, don’t sleep, you gotta try Andrew’s cooking. it’s the shiznit.
and make sure you catch him before his tan disappears, suckerrrrr.
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This past weekend we took the second of two trips to Yelapa this month (we’re super lucky, I know). We stayed at a really nice little house on the rocks above the water on the northwest side of Yelapa Bay. Days were filled with casual reading in hammocks, food and trips to the two waterfalls (one in Yelapa, the other an hour or so up the river). Fer, Fritz, Raquel, Andrew and Maru joined us and Chato and Malaney checked in on Saturday for a quick day trip. It was super nice to be able to kick the old feet up and enjoy the breezes.
With regards to photography, I approached this trip having “lifestyles” imagery in mind and really made an effort to grab the more candid moments. the details and little things that made the weekend enjoyable. images that may not stand up on their own, but when viewed collectively, tell a story. let’s hope it worked.
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