Cocktails

Times Square, NYC.

Eye on You

I've heard that people are encouraged to take photos of graffiti to send in to the police. I guess it's one way they monitor local gang activity. Do you think this one will help?

cones

Orange cones at CA Adventure

Haunted?

I share some 'ukulele strum time with a young lady in a neighborhood not to far from mine.

The buildings are all tudor-style.  Lovely.

But last night when I walked out of her building, I looked up at the building across the street.

One thought came to mind: 

RUN!

More Trash Heap Art

I don't know what this used to be. I'm thinking I should go back and rescue it from the trash heap. But I'm supposed to be cleaning out and organizing my studio. What to do, what to do . . .

posing

Saw this service dog posing for a photo near a statue of Walt Disney at California Adventure; reminded me of a another awesome Golden I know.

Da Bronx

on a Monday morning.

Trash Heap Breakfast

Why would someone take this all the way to an illegal trash heap along a lonely dirt road on a hill? Why wouldn't they just put it in their trash can at home?

From Orange to Pink

I missed two days in a row for no good reason other than I'm still confused by the time change. It gets dark at 5:00pm and by 7:00 my brain has turned off and I'm asking if I can go to bed. 

So today I'll post two. I went on a walk this late afternoon with my dog, Donkey. I love how the sun at that time of day turns everything orange:

We walked along the hill, poked around at the trash heap, then down the other side 

where I found that the world had turned from orange to pink:

Pink bougainvillea and pink mountains

Crazy pants

And I thought I had some crazy pants....

EXTRA! EXTRA!

READ ALL ABOUT IT!

Window

Loved the angle and shadows falling on this window.

waiting

Waiting at Trader Joe's, possibly hoping for a treat for waiting patiently.

Bird watching

Gift Shop in Times Square, NYC

Really?  

Ugh.

The Humming tree

When I go from my house to my studio, I walk 

under this huge carob tree. It makes me stop 

and look up, every time.

This tree hums.

It is full of bees, nearly invisible, but happily 

humming their way through a tree full of pollen.

Memories

My husband suggested getting a pizza at a local place that we used to frequent years ago; my dad and some of his buddies used to hang out there at the bar; he was a well known regular; my dad's been gone for over 8 years yet while we waited for our pizza we checked out the photos on display and it made me smile to see an old photo of my dad and mom as well as a family friend, Jimmy, who also passed a way a few years ago; brought back many fond memories; it was like I could still picture him sitting on a bar stool laughing and having a beer with his buddies..

A storm's a brewin'...

Wednesday morning as the nor'easter approaches.

Be safe, fair Gotham.  Be safe.

Book of Forever

When I work, sometimes I listen to my local public radio station. I will jot down the name of an artist whose song I liked, or an author being interviewed. Today I sat down at my work table and saw this note that I made, I don't know when. "9.20 Book of Forever" I don't know what it is. I don't know what it means. I don't know why I wrote it down, but it even got a circle around it.

He voted and voted and voted

Driving home from work in my husband's car, I noticed his dashboard has become a show place for his voting consistency.