Ne pleure jamais sur le vin renversé!

The painting group returned to La Nebbia Winery in Half Moon Bay today. We braved the potential rain and were rewarded with a lovely, though overcast, day.
I pulled out my 46 year old acrylic painting kit and took a whack at it. Not bad, not great.

Ridiculously Late!

Well, I was really surprised when I was clearing out my old Gopro to find that I had lots of somewhat usable (if boringly long) footage from last Summer's Bodega bike weekend. I recalled thinking I got nothing but junk, because the handlebar mount had slipped on Dave Levy's bike.

 (Dave was running the video for me, as I no longer risk riding since the bike accident.)

Quote of the trip:
       Jerry O to his Siri enabled dashboard: "Siri, direct me to this restaurant in Sebastopol."
       Siri to the car full: "Jerry, I DON'T have a map of the Ukraine."

I won't say this is the best video I've ever done, and it certainly didn't turn out the way I had anticipated. But just for fun I edited it into this ditty:

Foggy Funday

Not a bad day at all. Only 4 painters, and foggy as all get out, but we all got our paintings and had a good lunch to boot. San Gregorio State Beach south of Half Moon Bay.

These are two pastel pencil sketches, each on a different colored ground.

This one is Intense watercolor pencil, watercolor and ink.

Another No Pix Paddle

Thought I was being so clever, DIYing a Gopro pole to mount on the kayak. All kinds of plans for neat angles. Got a rotating mount to attach it to. Unfortunately, not quite stable enough to risk a $400 camera on!

So no go today for that one.

Meantime, Kunal and I had a very pretty November paddle anyway. Clear, calm water, bright sun and reasonably warm (better than predicted.) And for him, at least, an opportunity to sleep in. That never works for me. Ah Pacific Standard Time....Fall back.

So after 6 miles of 4 m.p.h. straight aerobic workout, Kunal says, "Time for our last sprint for exercise." I just laughed and explained that it wasn't in the cards for me. Four m.p.h. is almost the theoretical maximum hull speed for my boat, while his is between 7 and 8 m.p.h. He said, "You're trying to tell me that I have to be paddling at twice your speed?" No. It means that no matter how hard I paddle, I'm not going to sprint any faster than I've already been traveling.