…at Central Park in Huntington Beach.
A moment of reflection.
Category: photography
“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!
Alfie stuck her head out and saw her shadow…
Six more weeks of treats!
Food review: Myungrang Hotdogs
So many delectables to choose from. I think I’ll pass on the squid ink dog though.
Sausage and cheese and potato-covered fried mozzarella, with sweet sauce!
It’s…cheesy.
The verdict: HELL TO THE YEAH!!!!!!!!
At Bolsa Chica Wetlands
Disapproving gull disapproves of EVERYTHING, including a nice view of Saddleback. Be that way, bird.