It's always a head-shaker when one of those 'holy shit you're not going to believe it but animals have feelings' studies comes out. Seriously -- can't those scientists just trust their eyes?
I had another post in mind but it needed a lot of words so instead here's Walter, enjoying his idea of a perfect Sunday.
There's always a mix of birds at the Pepperdine pond but this was the first time I saw an egret hanging out with the ducks.
One of my favorite things -- the approach (hi Alex!) via seaplane to San Juan Island.
Throwback Thursday: Headed for Friday Harbor on August 13 2015
The other day someone asked how old Walt is and I said 4, which made me kind of sad as that's the start of middle age for a dog and since his birthday is in February, that actually made him 4 1/2. So I checked the dates on his puppy pictures and omg I was wrong and HE'S ONLY THREE! (And a half.)
Just a baby.
The minute the sun cleared the ridge the marine layer on the horizon broke loose, rolled in and changed the mood of the morning.
You're at the edge of the continent in much of Malibu, including this pick-up game of soccer that's been taking place each evening for the last few weeks at Bluffs Park.
How?
Greenpeace has some thoughts, CNN took some time for a story, and so did the LAT. And at SaveBees.org, there's a warning about how panicky zika eradication efforts may make the bee die-off even worse.
All through the Santa Monica mountains this week the tractors have been at work, mowing and ploughing and reducing the fuel load.
One of the things I love about the wild parrots of California (the ones in the Bay Area do this, too) is that they absolutely check you out while you're shooting their photo.
I cannot believe it took six weeks to find a place to live, or that today is the 10-year (how is that even possible?) anniversary of this blog.
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