

Not the best-looking ones, but I’ll take it.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.


Not the best-looking ones, but I’ll take it.

The level’s low, but it’s still so lovely.

I’m no tracker, but I’m guessing this is deer.

Carson Peak.

Just digging around the shoreline.

Little Jo checking out the lake. She said it tasted good.

She took exception to the little ripples lapping the shore.

There’s no place like the eastern Sierras!


This would constitute a riot of autumn in Orange County.
Opened in 1927, and frequented by Clark Gable, Charlie Chaplin, etc. If you want to access its famous lobby from the street…you’d better *really* want to. Because you’ve got quite the climb ahead of you. Trying this in winter would seem to be suicidal.


Classic. Still somewhat recognizable from my early memories. I bought an overpriced hoodie here and I adore it.

Only in a Sierra Nevada mountain town would one find something like this.

From the main street…

Our little rustic 1920-something cabin. Mega-cozy.

Jo staked out her safe space immediately.

8 hours is a long haul for a puppy.
And for humans.

This cinder cone thrilled the hell out of me when I was little. I don’t know if it has a name. Doesn’t matter…it’s awesome! Also, there’s a sasquatch crossing the road. I mean, what a great shot!

On Highway 14, headed to the Eastern Sierras to see some fall color!



A couple of hours north of Los Angeles, but it looks more like something you’d see in Arizona or Utah.

…in October, at least.