Silent and gray

When seeing actual physical elements of the sky is a luxury. Los Angeles, why did I quit you?


Luckily neither I nor this neighbor take to walking around in the nude.

Where the antelope roam

Having made it home just before no one was going to ever make it home and they are still not home.

The annual December whomping

Well, not so much of a whomp as a plop, but it’s looking like a white Christmas.

In need of a seat warmer

Yes, Chuck. I remember what it was like to Christmas shop in flip-flops in LA. I feel your pain.

On the hill

On the drive to bring someone a warm meal, several long hugs and some company for hours of ugly crying.

I am here

That massive cold front is for real so not kidding.


The sight and sound of the months ahead.

The most boggled time of the year

Oh yes, we are so festive up in this dancery.

Enjoying it while it lasts

Never has sixty degrees Fahrenheit felt so glorious.