Being Alfie is a very demanding job.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Category: photography
Cloudscapes.
We get so little decent cloud action, you have to make the most of them when they show up.
It’s spring and I’m feeling squirrelly.
They’re here, they’re there, they’re everywhere…so beware!
A moment of reflection.
…at Central Park in Huntington Beach.
“Daffodowndilly”
Allow me to wax poetic with someone else’s words for a moment:
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
A shout-out to A. A. Milne for the appropriate description. And no, this isn’t in my yard. None of our daffodils showed up this year.
At the art supply store I
Stan Lee, perhaps?
OK, then…moving along…
I really like this one. Who needs paint by numbers with little teeny brushes, when you could do one that requires only a brush you’d use to paint a wall?
Bigfoot sighting!
Caught up with him leaving Sock Harbor in a huff. You can understand his frustration. Buying socks for big feet like that is really hard.
Suburbia vs. Brutalism
Brutalism wins, every time. Behold, the horror of the Fountain Valley Library!
Beautiful perfection.
Our white camellia bush has some serious health issues, but once in a while it puts out something indescribably beautiful.
When you come to a fork in the road…
…take it!