Diablo Wind

High barometric pressure rises over the desert  draining air from the sea.  In a sudden change of temperature wind funnels between mountains on both sides of the Oxnard Plain.  Diablo Wind, as some like to say, hot dry desert air on a collision course with the sea.  Where wind and waves meet minute vortex's peel over the shore of the harbor.   [...]

The Wasteland

The wind drums a strand of steal drums off a hollow oil container.   It is a barren land of metal left to decay makes an eerie feeling  difficult to comprehend.  Off Ventura Ave. is an abandoned oil known as the "Wasteland."  It is an open canvas for spray canners and shelter for homeless living in the river bottom. A seventee year old man, Phil, in charge of watching the property, worked there for over thirty years.  Phil is a kind man from a different time.  He's witnessed the once [...]

Surf Art By Chris Charney

Charney comes from a time in surfing when power meant throwing as much water of the back of the wave that down the line momentum would allow.  Thankfully Central Coast waves are packed with power.  This turn went to the top of the wave the wave all the way to the flats without letting off the rail.  Charney entire life and all that he does is full of this outrageous energy.  From his art to the dance floor he’s full throttle.   [...]

“Anchovi’s Taxi Service” Written by Barnacle Pete

An Overworked andoverpaid fisherman, I went into Barnacle Pete’s Seafood for two dollar and fifty cent “happy hour” beers. After a week at sea I needed to talk to a different face than my comrades on the boat, preferably a woman’s. A classic symptom of sleep deprivation, I talked until nobody wanted to talk anymore. I knew I was delirious, my favorite time to be in a bar. I called out, “I’ve had enough. I’m walking home.” [...]

Caveman Interview On Day To Day Issues…

  Tackle Box: What do you do for a living?  How do you survive? Caveman: Right now I’m pretty much living below poverty level because of this thing I’m involved with.  I’ve been doing it for years.  Living on ten, fifteen, five bucks a week.  I get food stamps because I’m over fifty.  Staying in an abandoned shop.  Sleeping on couches.  I try to put out the message.  I’ve done speeches at city hall.  I gave them DVD’s and disclaimers.  None of them signed them.  That’s [...]