At Fromhold baseball field on Paseo Del Mar. (Shhh… the beyond-cool dog-loving groundskeeper gave us our own key; we can go in there whenever we want 24/7. Keep it to yourself.)
Two ladies following their muse today at nearby Trump National Golf Club in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA. The cove below is one of our favorite hangs in the rotation.
So now with the Binary Floor pretty much wrapped up, I turned my attention to the floor where the wall between the living room and kitchen was. My original plan was to have my tile guy come in and give me a clean cut, and then I figured I’d go from there, doing something with wood, tile, or something else.
Juan came over the other day to have a look at it, and told me it’d only take him about ten minutes to do the cut. Within about a minute we both realized that we may as well just have him fix the whole thing, since I’d found left over black and white tiles in the shed. It’d take him under a couple hours. We’d just take out the last row, replace ’em with whole tiles, and then do a continuation of the checkerboard pattern right up to the wood, with the final row of tiles being a few inches.
Done!
Hit a whim and rolled down to the Medéa Gallery in San Pedro to meet my buddy Brad. The featured artist was Robert Lyn Nelson, in from Maui. Robert’s work could be described as a fusion of impressionism, neo-cubism, neo-futurism, and other flavors. He’s got quite the list of collectors. (Can you imagine doing a painting for Mr. Spock?)
Had a great time, met some great people, and spilled red wine on myself. Hung out with Robert a bit and talked shop. His favorite artist by far is Picasso. He loves cubism, and his favorite color is blue. Which makes perfect sense, as he does lots of marine work. Right now he’s getting ready to do set of about ten pieces that metaphorically represent Beatles songs. Cool, right?
Oh, and he’s a huge fan of the Twilight Zone and Rod Serling, catching a grip of episodes from the the marathon last week during the 4th. Why doesn’t that surprise me?
Robert! Aloha, brah!
With Vive at a spunky three years old and Kona slowing down as she approaches ten this year, there’s an interesting dynamic going on when it comes to how the three of us play together. Vive is all about the tennis ball, and can play forever. Kona, on the other hand, has become typically disinterested in playing ball for the most part, with the exception of those occasions where she feels she needs to impress me.
You know the game. Fetch. Pick up the ball, throw it, the dog fetches it, brings it back, you tell him to drop it. Repeat indefinitely. This is the drill with Vive, and Kona will usually be off sniffing flowers while the boys get the exercise in.
About once a week, Kona will have some energy she needs to burn off, and intervene at the “drop the ball” stage. When I instruct Vive to drop the ball, Kona will get a running start, swooping in on him to grab the ball before I do. A chase will ensue between the two of ’em, leaving me with nothing to do but stand back and marvel at the beauty of it.
This time, I rolled video.
