

Lake Park in Huntington Beach. It’s quite old, and the palm trees are very tall and very plentiful. It’s a lovely little place and it holds some powerful early memories for me.
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Lake Park in Huntington Beach. It’s quite old, and the palm trees are very tall and very plentiful. It’s a lovely little place and it holds some powerful early memories for me.

It was a day of surprise rain, and it was capped off with a surprise rainbow.

The shadow knows!

The volunteers work like mad to keep all of these plants in order.

Looking for trouble.

Not sure what this is, but it looks lovely covered in dew.

Lily of the Valley, I think.

Bearded iris.

I’d say there are geese about.

Bingo!
You may call me Daniela Boone!






Took a little me-time, and went out to the Newport Back Bay to see what was going on.

Aside from these efforts to keep houses from falling into the bay, not much.

It’s fun to drive through, though. It doesn’t feel like you’re in a densely populated suburb.

The willets were out in force.

The day was clear, and there was a beautiful view of Saddleback.
It’s a pleasant way to spend part of the day.

Actually, there is. It’s called “summer.”

I went to an estate sale in a nearby neighborhood.

There are two ways to look at them. It’s either sad to see a house once happily occupied empty and disheveled, and a deceased person’s things greedily pawed through, or it’s comforting to see a home that was obviously well-loved for a long time, and the things they once used ready to be useful or cherished by another.

I choose the second option.


…as seen from Lone Pine.
And this will be the end of my recounting of my trip in October. Anything else will be the same stuff I took pictures of on the way up, but in reverse order.

…the glorious Owens Valley.