Let’s Call This One: 6:34 A.M. Dog Walk With Rain
A not-quite-so still life of Ranger’s far wetter-than-usual morning constitutional:
A not-quite-so still life of Ranger’s far wetter-than-usual morning constitutional:
Just offering up a randomly selected image from the archives. This one from Yellowstone National Park: We had seen them all during our brief stay there as part of our 4,500-mile road trip in 2006. We marveled at bison, elk, moose, black bear, grizzly, coyote — even the elusive gray wolf. But not the fabled …
Most mornings, such as today’s at 6:27 a.m., I make a point with bedhead and coffee to head to the upper reaches of our Silver Lake backyard and try for a minute or two to take in the day’s breaking bracketed between the cactii before me and and the hills of Griffith Park in the …
In the World According To Me there are few things more fortuitous than that of a ladybug lighting upon you. Long has it been since I was last landed on by one of these little lovelies. Yesterday morning, I found this one on my forearm as I biked south on Mesmer between Jefferson and Centinela. …
I didn’t get a picture of the first ripened tomato our backyard garden produced to perfection a couple days ago, but on the kitchen window sill last night I found our second that Susan had harvested that afternoon and so snapped it this a.m.: It’s about the size of a golf ball and a half. …
I’m regularly harping what one misses while behind the wheel of an automobile, but the same thing can happen from a bike saddle, too. I pass this building at the bottom of the hill on my street every day on my way to work and most of the time on my way home, and assuming …