
Well done, tiny tree. Well done.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

Well done, tiny tree. Well done.



Beautiful sights I saw on a walk.



But who am I to judge?


They never skimp on the olives, God bless them.

A tourist’s paradise!

The tower where the scary voice calls you out when you do something wrong on the beach.

Out to hook a surfer?

Hello, Saddleback!

When there’s actual waves to be had, there’s always far fewer surfers.

Can’t he read?

The palms are looking good.

I do. I always will.

The greatest patty melt ever crafted by the hand of Man.

Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
From “Farewell” by Anne Bronte

Her last photo.
Alfie left us on the evening of October 23 after a full and happy day of walking and romping in the neighborhood, playtime, treats, mealtimes, and plenty of naps. We were blessed beyond measure to have her for 13 1/2 years.






They do not live long enough.
We miss her so much.

I’ve come to the conclusion that Max Lucado is OK in small amounts, but in book, or any other extended form, his formula gets stale quickly, and the artificiality of his “voice” becomes quite apparent. It’s not that he’s without insights or writing ability…he has both. It’s that the presentation doesn’t work in anything longer than a page or two. I didn’t care for this book.

This is a really nice guidebook to the Battlefield at Gettysburg. I have never been there, but the history is really brought to life, and tied in with a landscape that the author is clearly intimately familiar with. It put me there, and made me really want to pay a visit. Good stuff.

Mr. Moo!!!

Miss Pearly-Whirly. So-called by me because she is never in focus because she never. stops. moving.

Rocco, the sweetest cat ever!