Their turf

Shortly after encountering these guys Marlo whispered to me, “Those are the ugliest birds I’ve ever seen.” As if she didn’t want to hurt their feelings.

Sweet little towheads

Long distance friends who share a bit of the same flare.

In Newport Bay

A pleasantly drama-free wildlife encounter. Thanks for the wink and head nod, Universe.

#ShirtlessChuck

Chuck remembers Southern California, and he could definitely roll.

The Downing Tote

Not nearly as big or unwieldy as my Granny’s purse, but she’d slow clap for me and tell me I’m moving in the right direction. And then she’d see how hard she could hit one of her kids over the head with this thing.

Photobombed by a palm tree

Greetings from the Inland Empire where oddly I got very in touch with my Southern roots.

Because of Kelly

In honor of the man who broke the baseball color line.

On becoming the coolest person my daughter ever knew for ten whole minutes

Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.

Essex

A beauty far different from that which I find at home.

Motif Number 1

Don’t ever say that I don’t read my feedback or suggestions, and can I just say, you guys are always spot on with your suggestions.