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Free time looks like this.


A note: Never the aspiring L.A. actress, a baby chick I did want to be. The return of zaniness and the OG chicken will soon join me in my fowl ways! Hip, hip, hurrah!

In the lull between my second cup of coffee and lunch, Deanna and I run out to check out the Dos xx’s billboard box on wheels.

Wilder Ranch State Park

I know.

Don’t you hate it when you show up to a hike and the flowers are all wearing the same color as you?

The one day it was 75 degrees in the city and everyone rushed to the park to get naked and get some color. We ate ice cream and kept our clothes on.

This picture makes me think two things: 1) Isn’t it funny how Bilbo thinks he’s a cat? and 2) I’ve become that person who takes pictures of their dog. And he’s not even my dog.

He really should be on a calendar.

Perfecting taking pictures sans cameraman with the help of careful twig and brush placement.

Sanborn-Skyline County Park

It was cold that day.

You should have seen what the graffiti said.

In Castroville, the artichoke center of the world. Did you know there was such a place?

Fall Creek/Henry Cowell
[Young man pictured is neither Fall Creek nor Henry Cowell, no.]

Last modified: January 10, 2019