November 30, 2014
Raindrops this morning, just a touch on the trees but enough to move from dream to waking. So the storm's edging in, the first big rain in ten months. Can't wait.
November 28, 2014
Let's pretend that it wasn't 86 degrees in Malibu yesterday.
Look, autumn colors!
November 26, 2014
Tangerine sky the last few nights. Can't look away.
November 25, 2014
Over-exposed and out of focus, pix of fast dogs from a slow camera on a bright beach.
November 24, 2014
As the sun set last night:
So did the new moon:
November 19, 2014
Yesterday the sun rose:
The clouds were pretty nice:
Some neighbors paddled:
A dog waited:
A garage near Point Dume caught fire:
And you could see downtown LA.
All before 8 a.m.
(And yeah, that fuzzy spot on the bottom left of the lens? Dog nose.)
November 14, 2014
OK, maybe just here in Malibu, and maybe for just a half hour or so, but today it's wetter here than it was yesterday and in this epic drought, that's amazing.
Here's the beach this morning as the clouds cleared away.
November 13, 2014
For a few days last week a school of bait fish lured hundreds of birds to the Cove.
Cormorants dove, fish jumped, pelicans plummeted, the seagulls added a soundtrack.
November 12, 2014
Chilly at the coast, low clouds, slow light. Not a sunrise today, exactly, but instead a lightening, a brightening of the sky.
November 10, 2014
Yes, we have seasons in Los Angeles, and in fall, colors. (And yes, I say this pretty much every season, every year.)
Here's an autumnal moment or two:
November 6, 2014
Sometimes Walt and Maisie get more email than I do, and to complaints that they haven't been as active on the blog as some would like, they have this response:
They've been busy running:
And wrestling:
And taking long walks in the mountains.
Honestly? It's exhausting.
November 5, 2014
For the past few days the Pacific has been navy blue.
November 4, 2014
A few days ago we were overtaken by a mega-flock of parrots, hundreds of them arriving in the garden in the late afternoon.
They were after something blooming in the conifers here--
And as they ate, they discussed and argued--
...in those parroty voices that sound like ripping sheet metal.
Until this hawk sailed by. Everyone went silent for a second, then flew away.
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