Category: irl

Dino decor…

I see this guy every time I drive to the post office. It sits atop a patio shade structure, overlooking a rather lushly landscaped backyard. They have obviously had problems with birds nesting in its nose and mouth, and they’ve put up barriers, which just seems unfair, really. Birds are the living descendants of the dinosaurs, after all.

Anyway, they dress it up for holidays, which is awesome. What I would have given to have something like this growing up.

Old stomping grounds…

Eye doctor appointment in Fullerton, on one of the hottest days of the year, yet. Good timing!

Steampunk chic.

Maybe it’s just me, but I think optometrists and ophthalmologists have the coolest looking equipment. Very steampunk, with all of those rotating, colored lenses and crazy charts.

Not your grandma’s house.

My appointment was in the Fullerton Towers, newly refurbished and pretty swanky. The eye doctor moved into this revamped 1960s architectural gem from an office that can best be described as “Your Grandma’s Place Retro.” The color scheme, the furniture, the stuffy air of Waiting. No more!

This one is for you, Suzanne.

On the way out to the car, I stopped in the triple digit heat to take a photo for a succulent-obsessed friend. I’m a giver like that.

Catching the morning light

On the way back, passed through downtown F-town, with its picturesque collection of old buildings and floss trees. I liked living here, and I always really wanted to like downtown, and I do, aesthetically at least. But I could never warm up to really making use of it. Probably because of all of the fighting and brawling and dangerous driving and other undesirable behaviors that take place there, particularly Friday and Saturday nights. I’m not a fan of drunken violence, so sue me.

Anyway, this photojournal is back. I needed to take a few months off to recharge the batteries.