Gnar Shredding, etc.

Unbelievably cool picture taken by Bob Mulroy (1/2 of the husband + wife team running Kumu Aina, the tropical fruit farm where I worked for a couple of weeks last winter) of someone I don't know shredding some major dogtown gnar, circa 1970.
I don't know about you, but this picture makes me want to DO stuff with it! Work on it's colors, mostly-- saturate it with browns, oranges, greens and yellows, sharpen the contrast a teensy. I think it would be way coolio pared down to 4 or 5 colors and screenprinted onto an oversized, soft, beigey t-shirt. Yummo.
In other news, this quarter is going to be a good one, I can feel it.
I never really understood it when adult-type people got nostalgic and and reminisce-y about college-- the glory days and whatever else. I have spent the past year and a half alternating between thinking that grown-ups were lying- that college is just another 4 years of coping, or conceding that maybe college IS the best time of a young person's life, but I am the exception and am destined for 4 more years of down in the dumpsiness.
Welp, I am happy to report that I WAS WAY, WAY WRONG!
The past month has been uber good socially, emotionally, physically, and whatever other -allys I might have missed.
I think this is the best I've felt since...er...1992? Wait, no, the night of my senior prom was pretty great... November 4th, 2008 was good, too.
But those were exceptional, extraordinary events.
This, what I have right now at 614 E. Myrtle Street in Bellingham, Washington, this is different. I'm fairly sure.
I believe this is contentment. I have more smiling, happy moments than I know what to do with. Today the homeless man outside the co-op that I say hello to most days asked me if I would marry him. That means SOMEthing is going right, right?
AY JI JI I just looked at the clock and it is way late, like 10:30 late, which is friggaligging late in my book, so I really must dash!
As always, if you are reading this blog and you have made it this far down the page, it is safe to assume that you are either a) my mother, b) my father, c) berry berry bored, or d) losing your marbles. In any case, I love you very much.
-Franny