January 31, 2017
Some days, Walter gets more email than I do. And to those writers wondering about his whereabouts, I apologize for his recent absence on the blog, and even more for the fuzziness (the camera has been sat on once too many times, I fear) of the images. It's a tribute to the flying border collie that his many charms transcend poor photo technique.
January 30, 2017
Last weekend's epic rains filled to overflowing the ponds where we walk and Miss Maisie could not be happier. All around the perimeter, about two feet of gently sloping lawn is submerged.
Usually Maisie's not allowed in the water but a travel ban suddenly seemed unconstitutional like a rotten idea. So now the Muffinhead wades her way around the circumference of the pond, the terra firma of green grass beneath her paws, getting her feet (ok, and most of the rest of her) wet, coming home soaked and smelling of wet dog and thus fulfilling her divine purpose.
January 29, 2017
Yes, in times of great stress and despair, words that make the 4- and 6-year-old boys next door laugh out loud (duck butt!) bring relief.
January 28, 2017
Really a California plate, international edition:
January 26, 2017
Road through Joshua Tree National Park.
Throwback Thursday: Jan. 1, 2011
January 24, 2017
Tradition, and a working pay phone.
January 23, 2017
Solstice canyon is closed due to rockfalls and mudslides so here's Bluffs Park, all clouds and blue and green as the storm moved out.
January 22, 2017
Deserted, except for some gulls. My favorite part is the light from a sign on the pier, reflected in the waves.
January 21, 2017
The first inkling that this was bigger, so much bigger than expected came at the North Hollywood Metrolink. Not even 8 am and the parking lots were full and the streets jammed. Thousands of people converged, surged through the concourse, packed the stairs, filled (and over-filled) the cars.
At Pershing Square the crowds were so thick it took half an hour just to reach the street. There, more than one hundred thousand people (the LAPD head count doesn't get any more specific than that) walked peacefully through downtown.
It was a parade, a celebration, a repudiation, a declaration, and a joyful revelation. It was thoughtful, peaceful (not a single arrest) inclusive and hopeful. As you marched with the women and men and young people of all races and ages and ethnicities, from all walks of life, united by the need to speak out, to push back, to stand up for one another, for human rights, for basic decency, you couldn't help but feel deep pride in our city and -- have you seen the news stories and overhead shots? -- our nation and our world.
Metro crowd at Pershing Square:
And out into dtla:
The signs, lord the signs were great, somber, defiant, funny and profane.
*This post has been adjusted to reflect LAPD's crowd estimate in dtla.
January 20, 2017
Wind blowing, clouds flying, dusk falling, night on the way.
January 19, 2017
Thanks to the low mud-to-dog ratio after a rain, we head to Solstice Canyon for post-storm walks. And after last night the creek has moved from running to racing and, in a few places, flooding.
Also, because the idea of them never gets old, a wild parrot.
January 18, 2017
As much as the rain, I love the silvery storm-on-the-way light.
January 16, 2017
Warning -- another bird video. Just can't seem to help it these days...
January 14, 2017
The ♥ edition.
January 13, 2017
After years of drought the sight and sounds of this creek (and the wild parrots -- hear them?) edges into the realm of miracles.
January 12, 2017
A break from the rain and a break from work and oh the colors:
Every puddle played host to a bird:
Seriously -- every single puddle:
A California poppy was waking up:
And miraculously no one else was around:
Oh my.
January 11, 2017
The wild parrots of Malibu, as loud and beautiful and busy and funny and unexpected as ever.
January 10, 2017
January 9, 2017
January 8, 2017
I should have seen it coming...
The Tiny Labrador steps into the puddle and...
Oh yes she did:
January 7, 2017
'Bu plate specials, parked within a few feet of each other. These fall into the 'self-identify' subcategory of the genre.
January 6, 2017
Blue skies and wild parrots in Solstice Canyon.
January 5, 2017
We've been rain-starved for so long it's hard to keep in mind that, welcome as it may be, this extended run of clouds and sprinkles is, in fact, an ongoing series of near-misses.
January 4, 2017
Look who's loving the rain:
The giant coreopsis, waking up:
And doing a bit of early blooming:
January 3, 2017
A lot of leafless trees on the blog these days but with the clouds and the light and the lace of bare branches, with the storminess of it all, the wet and winter, it's hard to look away.
January 2, 2017
One of the nicest parts of the season...
January 1, 2017
Please play nice.
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