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Due to circumstances beyond my control, a new photo of the beach or the cove or the sunrise or a hawk or an oak or a coyote or a sailboat or, well, any of the staples of this love letter to Malibu blog was not possible.

Fortunately, Walt and Maisie are happy to fill the vacuum.

walt and maisie play

Video shot by Tiffany Woodring, dog sitter extraordaire.

Dear El Niño

First the talk was of December rain and we had a couple of decent storms. Then things went dry and the accepted wisdom was there would be a wet January. That was a bust and the talk turned to February. Now, with this heat wave, I'm beginning to wonder.

Where are you, El Niño storm track? The faithful are saying March and who knows, maybe even April. Here on the blog, though, it's record highs and hot canyon winds and a photo of rain storms past.

will it ever rain in LA again?

Heat wave

Between dusk and dawn the temperature here spiked, hot wind racing down the canyon, everyone wrested from sleep. Dogs prowling, owls hunting, car alarms coming from all directions all night long.

Right now the wind's relentless, trees bowed, the Pacific churned a deep denim blue. So here's a little video shot this morning, just wind and leaves, not too special, which is all that your sleep-starved blogger could manage while in a trance in the eucalyptus grove.

just wind blowing, that's all

Coyote Sunday

Coyotes have been scarce these last few months, pretty much since the rains returned. With mountain creeks running again, I think the wild things are freed from depending on dripping hoses and leaky sprinklers for their daily drink.



hello human

he hears you

someone is coming



Signs of Saturday: More beach plates

Another entry in the Malibu genre of vanity plates.

vanity plates

As much about the car as the roadway.

pch cat

(Sad) story poles

Looks like another bit of undeveloped Malibu is about to vanish.

adios, open space

tbt: RSVP

feb 8 2009

A dinner invite in the sand.

Throwback Thursday: Point Dume headlands, shot on Feb. 8, 2009

Just because

Back to the beach

Cool this morning and very still, no wind, no waves, no people.

The horizon brightened:

morning blue

A gull flew by:


Maisie said, 'no photos please':

please no photos

Please, no photos.

no photos please

While Walt just smiled and smiled and then smiled some more.

oh walter

The not-at-all secret life of trees

Did you see the story in the New York Times last week about a German forest ranger who wrote about the social connections between trees?

"These trees are friends," he said, craning his neck to look at the leafless crowns, black against a gray sky. "You see how the thick branches point away from each other? That's so they don't block their buddy's light."

Before moving on to an elderly beech to show how trees, like people, wrinkle as they age, he added, "Sometimes, pairs like this are so interconnected at the roots that when one tree dies, the other one dies, too."

His book has apparently created a sensation.


I suspect it's akin to the ongoing debate about whether animals have emotions.

tree friends

Some say no, and then there are those of us who wonder how it could ever come into question.

tree companions

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