Something happens to the light around here in summer as the sun dips down just so and the Santa Monica Mountains have a moment.
OK, so this pineapple upside down cake wasn't actually made with a Betty Crocker mix, but the era sure seems right. There's a splash of bourbon in the batter, and cardamom as well, so it's taken a bit of a detour. Now the challenge is to keep the thing intact, free from predators of the two-and four-footed variety, for another eight hours.
Wish me luck.
Today, just as the heat was gathering momentum, a fog bank rolled through, everything cooler, everything quenched, even the colors. Thank goodness it's Puppy Wednesday!
Here's Daisy, just about a year ago.
It was the 4th of July and this group was walking back to their car with huge bouquets of balloons, red, white and blue, for a party, no doubt, and here's the moment when, as they looked into the back seat, reality sank in.
Lord knows we could all use something to calm our nerves right about now.
Bluffs Park on a recent morning walk, where a sudden baby boom of bunnies makes you wonder where the coyotes are hanging out these days.
One of the few spots on the coast with a breeze these days is Solstice Canyon so at the end of each weirdly hot and humid day the dogs and I head out there to see and feel and hear the sycamores telling tales.
It's two years now since I left the little cottage and boy do I still miss it. Yes, Casa de LOUD! is spacious and gracious in that mid-'50s beach bungalow kind of way, and yes, it is nice to have room for (most) of my furniture and lots more art. Even so, I'd go back to being neighbors with this guy (I know, you've seen him before, maybe even more than once, but omg he's just magnificent) in a heartbeat.
Throwback Thursday: Bobcat shot on November 30, 2015 in the hills above Zuma
This is Bluffs Park, the last remaining bit of untouched coastal bluffs that's open to the public in Malibu. The city wants to turn it into baseball diamonds.
That's right, 118 at the library this afternoon where I was so sun struck, the only photo I could even think to take was of the thermometer.
And this is how it turned out.
It's a lot easier to be sentimental behind a strong 12-foot fence.
tbt: behind the Malibu Park cottage, shot on November 1, 2015
Walter looks wistful? Check. Daisy looks goofy? Check. No one's in focus? Check and check again. Happy 4th of July!
Everywhere you look in Solstice Canyon, the 2003 wildfire that tore through the oak woodlands continues to leave its mark.
Even when you know from experience what the green sprigs in the flimsy nursery six-pack will look like when they mature, the sheer drama and weirdness of the foxglove catches you (well, me) unawares every time.
If the window's open and we're doing less than 50, you can count on seeing this face in the side-view mirror.