Happiness is being smooched and squashed by Mr. Moo and Miss Pearly-Whirly.
Labra-dorks…
Category: dog
She looks so thoughtful, but she’s not
She’s not receiving divine revelation…she’s trying to catch the scent of the dog next door, so she can go on an insane barking/vine-shredding jag.
Someone’s feeling her oats…
She’s got a stomach full of chicken and kibble and she’s ready to rock.
Alfie’s such a goof.
Sights from a walk…
On our way…
There’s several enormous plumerias on our route. I can never get them past the “dead looking stick” stage.
Somebody loves somebody.
Everything’s peachy so far.
Leaf print.
Weird, beautiful unsettled sky. This is usually a spring or fall thing.
A rare right-angle palm.
Looks complicated.
I’ve always liked this tile that someone stuck on their fence.
A particularly beautiful hibiscus.
Life…uh…finds a way.
Alfie always tries to rile up the neighborhood dogs.
Sights from a neighborhood walk…
Where are we going today?
Wonderfully colored succulents.
This tells you about when the sidewalks were redone last.
Gorgeous organ pipe cactus.
Security duck keeping an eye on the neighborhood.
When I was out walking…
The answer, of course, is, “It’s your fault if something happens because no one will do anything about the wild predator coming over your wall to eat your pet.”
Beautiful succulents.
White irises.
Little free library with an excellent selection of kids books. I know this because I’ve donated quite a few.
Alfie, waiting for her friend Mr. Toes to come at her by sticking his feet under the fence. Judging from their size, this dog is as big as a Clydesdale.
Lovely geranium mix.
Alfie’s quite the rebel. And yes, I always pick up after her.
Let’s pretend…
…that I live in a place full of flowers, big skies, and barns! And it’s not just a hiking path behind a strip mall with a house that looks like a barn in the distance.
Backseat driver…
…is Deeply Concerned.
At the Museum Without Walls…
AKA, the Newport Beach Civic Center Park.
Birdman by Steven L. Rieman. The “wing” structures are supposed to move, but they didn’t catch a breeze that morning. Looks kind of angelic to me. I like it!
(X)ofmanychildren by Roberto Visani. Are the figures smooching, or back to back? I like it!
Scorpion by Colin Selig. Why an angry scorpion? What couldn’t it have been a scorpion in a good mood? Pass.
Bunnyhenge escapee…
A Novel Idea by Craig Gray. Too bad you can’t sit on it like a real bench.
Prey by Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson. Mr. and Mrs. F covered this entire thing in coins. I kid you not. It’s made of money.
The immortal and iconic Bunnyhenge.
David by Miggy Buck. Perhaps “cankles” would have been a better name, not that I’m anyone to judge.
Talking Heads by Oleg Lobykin. Shiny! I like it!
Alfie loves nothing more than soaking up local culture, ‘cuz she’s sophisticated like that.
Hold still, Mr. Moo!
It’s almost impossible to get a picture of this handsome guy…
Almost there!
THERE’S my Moosie!