
Their hot and sour soup is the BOMB!
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

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!

Oh, that Art Deco glory…

They’re at your service!

This oddly perspective-d mural has been there as long as I can remember…

Behold, the scorched earth of the Eaton Canyon Fire.

In the shadow of the burned hills, the races go on!

Lead ponies…

The beautiful Clubhouse…

Johnny Longden, Bill Shoemaker, Laffit Pincay, and Chris McCarron. The greats. I was privileged to see them all. Well, I saw Longden present a trophy, so that counts.

The statuary is just one of the elements that makes this place such a treasure…

An olive tree that’s probably original to the place…

Zenyatta, the Queen of Racing…

Carriage horse Sally getting a foot bath…

And on Saddleback, yet.

Mt. Baldy too.
The rain waited longer than usual, but we did end up getting some, and some nice scenery to go with it.

At Central Park West. Not my preferred side of the park, but it has its delights.

Naptime for somebody…

No filters used.

There were kids fishing (just out of frame). Very wholesome.

Spring has indeed sprung.


Give me an N. C. Wyeth sky any day…

She’s so different than the little mite we brought home at the beginning of the month.
I offer it without apology…

“I dindoo nuffin’!”

Just a gal with her stick…

Zoomies!

Things are about to get a bit bitey.

Puppy tummies are the best. Not much else to say here.

Cankle power!

Puppy ‘tocks!

“I dindo nuffin’!” but with ears standing up.