
No friendly arrows directing you how to leave. Just a dystopian cement wall of despair.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

No friendly arrows directing you how to leave. Just a dystopian cement wall of despair.

Getting artsy at Bolsa Chica Wetlands.

…perhaps more of a burger.
On a related note, I saw a sign that would be perfect for Alfie just to carry around…





Just in case you were forgetting what time of year it is.


Some cool retro owls and some guy who saw me taking out the trash in my pajamas.

…although I *might* stay away from that apple in the back.

I’m in camp Aubrey/Maturin, but I have enjoyed all of the Hornblower books I’ve read so far. I can’t believe C. S. Forester is buried in the town I lived in for 25 years, and I never stopped by to say hello.



…now playing in Heritage Park!

I’m not telling him winter is coming.

Maniacally so, in fact.