A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.
Hitch up your car here!
Cool little track, although I never win here.
Super-trainer Bob Baffert giving yet another interview.
The clubhouse. Too rich for my blood!
Apartments encroaching. It’s days are numbered most likely, so I enjoy the place while I can.
We had like, one gladiola this year, but it was a pretty one.
After a few years…a fire orchid!
The lilies were kind of paltry this year, but we had some nice one.
We had some butterfly bush blooms, but no monarchs this year that I can remember.
The nasturtiums were basically indestructible.
Old standbys: marigolds and snapdragons. It was a great year for snapdragons.
The black-eyed susan vines went nuts.
The daisies are always cheerful.
The normally wimpy white roses were gorgeous.
All in all, not bad!
And somebody got the zoomies…
Lots of barking at the puddles…
Digging in the mud!
Things started getting out of control, and futile attempts were made to stop her.
She’s a water baby. Not even lightning and thunder can keep her out of the water.
he’s doing a little self-reflection…
There were a few people around here and there. All were doing what I was doing: wandering around filming the desolation.
There was one establishment open in the food court. Don’t ask me why.
Looks like a bunch of lost souls waiting for the end.
This was one of the only open businesses: a Japanese vending machine emporium. It was bright and loud and completely empty.
This used to be THE place to go!
There was a movie theatre on the left, and a Round Table Pizza on the right (and a pet shop next door to that).
The sounds of the abandoned kiddie rides echoing in the emptiness was damn creepy.
Time marches on, and indoor malls have largely gone the way of the dodo.
Their hot and sour soup is the BOMB!
…to the Bolsa Chica mesa.
The garden was full of good cheer…
Thank goodness for the nasturtiums…
…and a rose here and there…
…and the daisies always put on a good show…
“The Nude Dude”…
The world’s largest surfboard…
A mural decorating the side of the International Surfing Museum…
Cowabunga!