


Kind of getting into a rut, albeit a tasty one. Maybe we shake it up a bit in October.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.



Kind of getting into a rut, albeit a tasty one. Maybe we shake it up a bit in October.

These aren’t even old houses, but kudos to whoever built them!

Four o’ clocks…

Black-eyed susan vine taking over the house…

Some daisies and borage in the background…

Butterfly bush…
There’s not a lot, but what’s there is looking good.


…that September is here already.

Not the crowds one would expect on a nice August day.

No one off in this direction either.

Lifeguard towers.

Mystery guests.

Yikes.

Waiting for the perfect wave. That would be in Hawaii. They’ve got quite a lot of paddling ahead of them.

Cowabunga!

…until I remember that time that I saw an older gent getting his sail ready, and a gust of wind came up, and dragged him on his face across the beach and through the shallows.
I laughed until my sides hurt. Good times!
It’s the Disneyland of craft stores…





Plus they sell old school candy sticks and licorice button assortments. What else could you ask?

That’s the official name of the statue. But no one calls it that. It’s just “naked surfer” or “nude dude.” Both of which are far more apt titles.

Golden Hour magic.

Always wanted to know what it looked like on the other side of this.

So now I know. Impressed that it has water in it in the summertime.

Very dystopian looking if you ask me.

Although this bird found it acceptable.