Summer. No fruit says summer like blueberries. When I was a kid, my uncle had a large blueberry patch up on the hill behind my grandmother's ...
Om Shasta Shasta: Part Three
Give me a sign. On my way up the mountain for the last time, I thought to myself, and to anyone else who might be listening in on my thoughts: If ...
Om Shasta Shasta: Part Two
Two weeks later I found myself setting up camp at the base of Mt. Shasta. Tent. Check! Air Mattress. Check! Sleeping Bag and Blankets. ...
Om Shasta Shasta: Part One
"You have to go to Mt. Shasta," said the voice in my head. This was not a dreaming. Prime directives given before 6am are not easily processed. ...
Poppies
Super Bloom is happening in all of the Berkeley gardens. Little seas of orange. * * * * * There are many more of my images for use in your next ...
In Between The Storms
Winds whipped the trees into a frenzy while the rain pounded the roof of The Escape Pod during the night. Even when using earplugs, the raging storm ...
Food For The Table: Rainy Day Vege Don
There is an "everyone's favorite Japanese place" in my neighborhood called Man Puku. I go there sometimes, often when I want some sort of Asian ...
At The Night Cafe
When I'm not housesitting I head to The Night Cafe in my neighborhood to wind down from the day and maybe watch a little Netflix. This is one of those ...
Winter Still
Trees bloom early with the pink blossoms of spring. It is, technically, still winter. ...
Big Sur In Recovery Mode
No matter how little time I get to spend in Big Sur (more than most people, less than I would like), I think of this part of the world as my West ...