big sur and cambria, from a trip we took with my uncle in august 2006. he was dying and wanted us all to take a trip together. it wasn't as emotional and harrowing as you might imagine but it was very beautiful and my memory of him is mixed with pure nature, epic seas.

the second picture is from a bed and breakfast we stayed in Cambria, there was a hot tub overlooking a field with black bulls. this was where I had my second solid ghostly experience, the first was seeing my cousin after she died, when i was 5 or 6. it sounds ridiculous but a ghost, something, read my diary. it was pulled out of the drawer I had hid it in with dirty underwear on top of it and placed on the bed to the last page I had written in. i get so exasperated telling the story because most people don't believe me and I could even draw diagrams of the layout of the room and other things proving it's true! it was actually a pretty heavy and ugly feeling, whatever it was, and I was very scared and the next day I woke up early took a walk in the thick fog with that feeling inside me. lurking. it was something bad and strange.