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Just west of Pescadero, California, right off Highway 1, I spotted pelicans gathering on the offshore rocks.

Brown, prehistoric, and graceful when they want to be.
The pelican’s lineage goes back at least 30 million years. They’ve survived rising and falling sea levels and the rise and fall of empires. Their wingspan can reach 7½ feet, and they use ground effect to glide with precision just inches above the ocean surface.

I’ve grown incredibly fond of the pelican in recent years.

Go stare at the pelicans flying into a sunset if you get a chance.

Observe a big-ass bird waddle around like a confused dinosaur, then majestically soar down the coastline.

Thanks for watching TEDx Pelicans. 🌊🦕✨

I probably watched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off a thousand times growing up.

A Chicago based John Hughes love letter to the beauty of life and bailing on economics class. Specifically the one where Mr. Bedford goes on about tariffs while half the room drools.

Tariffs. Completely unimportant information.

The day itself is a masterclass in calculated hookie. Computer hacking, pressuring your friends to live a little, and popular guy charm. I love it. Hughes was a legend, and I think deep down we all need that hard earned, carefully planned “sick day.”

A weekend in Chicago included two of my favorite things. Much needed art therapy and cosplaying tour guide for Cassie’s first Chicago visit.

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller

This year marked the decade celebration of the Rebelle Rally, ten years of dust boogers, no sleep, and a bunch of folks choosing the journey over the destination.

My position at the Rebelle has given me a unique vantage point, often as an observer, watching people come together in the spinning chaos to accomplish something bigger than themselves.

@emily_offroad had a dream, and she proved that hard work and belief can turn a simple idea into something that brings people together.

“Feeling lost is powerful.”

I think about that a lot. Maybe being lost just means you’re still out there looking.

Congrats @rebellerally

Chris Cornell on Black Hole Sun

“I wrote it in my head driving home from Bear Creek Studio in Woodinville, a 35–40 minute drive from Seattle. It sparked from something a news anchor said on TV and I heard wrong. I heard ‘blah blah blah black hole sun blah blah blah’. I thought that would make an amazing song title, but what would it sound like? It all came together, pretty much the whole arrangement including the guitar solo that’s played beneath the riff.

I spent a lot of time spinning those melodies in my head so I wouldn’t forget them. I got home and whistled it into a dictaphone. The next day I brought it into the real world, assigning a key and adding a couple of key changes in the verse to make the melodies more interesting. Then I wrote the lyrics and that was similar, a stream of consciousness based on the feeling I got from the chorus and the title.”

Uncut Magazine interview, June 2014
Chris Cornell (1964 – 2017) 🖤🖤🖤

What started as an evening camera test became a love letter to the Seattle Great Wheel.

42 climate controlled gondolas, up to 8 people each. That’s 336 people floatin over Elliott Bay at once.

Go ride the Ferris wheel 🦦🎡🌊✨

“A tsunami of a lifetime is coming.”
— @ericrweinstein

This suggestion of the near future has been bouncing around in my head for a few days, so I decided to see how far I could push Veo 3 with a stable, long shot and use it as inspiration. A visual sermon from the Temple of Simulacrum featuring @lens.node

First time I have played around with lens node, pretty cool idea!

🤖🎥

And it spoke from the void,
I compute, therefore I Am.
— The Book of Simulacra, 3:14

Just north of the historic Depoe Bay Bridge, as I headed out of town toward home, I glanced left and spotted a huge colony of animals gathered along the cliffs.

Turns out they were Murres, birds easily mistaken for penguins at first glance. Watching them, I could hardly believe they actually fly. With their tiny wings, round little bellies, and awkward landings, they definitely stand out from your average feathered creature.

Sort of comically determined in flight yet gifted below the surface, Murres dive up to 500 feet to catch herring, sardines, and anchovies!

Musing of the day.

Take the long way home.
Listen for the music of murmuring Murres.
Be weird, be different, flap those tiny wings.

Thanks for coming to my bird talk. 🌊🐧✨

no giant caption.
just 55 seconds of zen.

🌊☀️💙

Modjo’s “Music Takes You Back” was one of the first tracks I loaded onto my chunky 2001 iPod.

Packing a thousand songs into my pocket felt like science fiction and way cooler than my old PalmPilot.

Still on repeat, still sparking robot dance parties in my mind’s eye.

Go dance!
🤖🪩✨

I spent the afternoon with the freshly released Flow and Veo 3 model.

The pace of these models is jaw dropping. What really gets me is the split in how people react. It feels almost religious in its polarization. Hope. Fear. Wonder. Resentment. Awe. Denial. Curiosity. Fatigue. Urgency.

As a creative person with an imagination, I am very excited. The futurist in me isn’t sure what to feel. I think staying aware of this evolution will be just as exciting as its implementation.

Either way, it feels good to get something out of my head and into the world. Seattle Robocop anyone?

“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”
Philip K. Dick

@google @googledeepmind @googlegemini

Turning 37 has felt quietly meaningful, even though I still have no idea what it means to be on this planet! 🌎😵‍💫

It’s been one hell of a ride, and sometimes slowing the fuck down on a beach is still required.

Watching driftwood roll in the waves reminds me that life works the same way, gently nudging us outward into the deep before bringing us back…

Salty & Refreshed.

I spent much of 2024 exploring the Puget Sound. It shares the coastal vibes I loved back home in Oregon, but the new wildlife, bigger city, and even some baseball have brought something fresh I needed.

Deception Pass keeps drawing me back. It’s become a place to reconnect with the simple joy of playing with a camera, improvising a tune on this little computer with a glass tube attached.

A handful of evenings at Deception Pass have led me to discover a harbor seal. I like imagining it’s always the same one. Does it recognize me? Does it wonder if I’ll come back? Does it have a little cave, a home, a partner?

I hoped it would appear in the glow of this early spring sunset. I waited patiently without expectations, and sure enough, it arrived to enjoy the evening.

Thanks for showing up, little friend. ❤️🦭

And to everyone else, I hope you enjoyed this sunset we shared.

negative ions 🩵🩵