Don’t lecture me because I understand that I am to blame. Instead of asserting my right to the lane I’m biking in, I have a tendency to ride too far to the right — only a couple-three feet out from the curb, or well within the doorzone. I’ve tried to change that habit, but that’s …
When flat-panel TVs became all the rage several years ago, the main thing I raged against were the multi-thousand-dollar pricetags. Just as I vowed never to ever own a car that cost me more than $30,000, I swore I’d never suffer a four-digit pricetag for a boobtube no matter how mind-blowing the picture. On top …
When in the planning stages of our remodel, Susan proposed adding a tiny window into the north side of the the rear dormer, I thought it an excellent idea. Little did I know the view it would frame from our masterbath would become one of my favorites that I actively seek out and linger over …
This is how I handled the horror.
A couple years or so ago I had an op-ed piece published in the L.A. Times in which I said that it was OK by me if the city didn’t stripe another inch of bike lane ever. That didn’t go over very well with some people. Never mind that my alternative was to take the …
In the past there has been the “Ten Bridges” bike ride. Behold: The “Five Presidents!” John Adams Boulevard to George Washington Boulevard to Abraham Lincoln Avenue to Thomas Jefferson Boulevard to Herbert Hoover Street. Roughly 25 miles along those thoroughfares, but overall maybe around 35 miles, starting and ending in Silver Lake. Stay tuned.
Here’s another one of my 30-second exposures, taken of the view outside our Lucia Lodge cabin in Big Sur at 9:21 p.m. September 3 (click for the bigger picture): I’ve gotten a whole bunch of snaps up on Flickr in the following sets: Big Sur Scenery Carmel Mission Carmel Scenery Animals