i have no night vision. i am a lamb, walking through the valley of darkness. i need to lean down very close to the ground to make sure that i don't fall and slip and crack my ass on rocks. or worse, fall into the ocean and drown. this is what happens when you go lobster fishing without any lights. but the waves were calm. the tide was low. and the moon was nowhere to be found. and the lobster king caught six lobsters. and nobody else caught more than none. i'm too girly to bother with bait, so once my squid got taken off the hook, i gave up and just started to soak in the atmosphere, watching the king go about his business.



i love san diego. where else can you be standing on the beach at three in the morning. perfectly warm. perfectly content. scrambling madly over exposed barnacles trying to maintain some semblance of balance. i really shoulda eaten more carrots when i was little. i would die very very quickly in a blank dark space. either out of fear or quietly moving predators. either way, it wouldn't be pretty. and even though i've yet to actually catch anything, i'm proving to be exceptionally proficient at finding hidden puddles that soak your shoes and your socks with nasty cold seawater.