Also, dry duck.
Have breakfast in summer, eat lunch in the fall as the autumnal equinox reaches us here in California today at 1:02 pm.
It's one of the two truly balanced days of the year, when minutes of daylight equal minutes of dark.
It's the last full day of summer. Goodbye, light. Hello (fingers crossed) rains.
Not really a thing. (But it should be.)
Despite having alternatives I keep bringing along the same battered point-and-shoot precisely because it's been through so much already that just one more (and one more after that) trip in the back pocket can't really be all that bad.
All of a sudden it's autumn, the colors in the hills, the angle of the light, the evening birds racing home, everything steeper, sharper, a little bit darker.
I've come to have mixed feelings about the annual 9/11 flag display at Pepperdine. It goes up too soon and lasts too long, which makes it seem more self-conscious spectacle than solemn tribute.
Woke up missing New Mexico today.
Time to roast some Hatch green chiles.
Never gets old.
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