Aireys inlet — Just wondering if there could be a connection between today’s sunrise and the fact that the temperature is expected to climb to over 100F this afternoon. Possibly something about atmospheric layers of heat and/or humidity creating visual effects. Anyhow, so far, no fires anywhere near, but we are hunkered down like people waiting for a hurricane. I saw these five Yellow-tailed Black Cockies fly...
Barrington — The thing that I love to do the most is to get right down on my knees, spread my fingertips apart and stick them into the grass just above the ground. Rush my fingers in between the weave of roots and...
Florence — I awake to a beautiful Summer’s morning in the Boboli District. The heat has me out of bed unusually early and I find myself on our balcony garden, looking across the terracotta rooftops of Florence. ...
The impermanence of mint-choco ice
If not now, then when?
Day 80 #100happydays: Brilliant blue
Time to say goodbye
Day 45 #100happydays: Is summer here?
The ocean has always been my happy place
#3 It might rain, but now, all we got is the heat and the humid air blowing in our faces.
Day 18 #100happydays: Pavilion
#1No sign of rain. The June air feels heavy, and it is yet another sign of the tardy summer.
A happy Sunday afternoon spent on the Heath with Desert Oracle, my diary, and Edward Abbey
Summer is a lot of things.
It's October. Summer in Southern California is alive and well.
Enjoying the fire's heat as the cool night presses closer
Getting the bonfire lit
Watching the water churn in the eddies below the waterfall
Exploring the cabin as thunder shakes the sky
A green & golden moment in July
It is exactly 85 degrees in my house, or at least that is what my thermostat says.
Watching sparks drift into the summer night
Who uses payphones these days??
longing for those July nights
I saw a whale today
Even the end looks better at the beginning
This day is a teenager trying to flirt!
Struggle for life.
We are not lords of the universe but components of it.
In the dead of winter, I miss the height of summer in a warm and dusty Montmartre.
Norway Travels Pt. 3
Erotic gunpowder explosions erupt all over the city, and the streets are crawling with yukata, clompy geta sandals and the swish of fans for perspiring brows.
Home of The Goose Chaser
Tokyo air feels grubby, like sitting in the sesame-oil flecked effluent of a Chinese restaurant's air conditioner.
Antidote to the January/Winter Blues!
Those Romans knew how to pick a nice spot!
An urban wild flower meadow
I'm far more the gatherer than the hunter.