Buster is a mind-changer. Most of my life I considered tortoises to be plodding, simple-minded and uninteresting creatures. But then along comes this Russian tortoise into my life in October 2001 and she burned that opinion to the ground — and continues to do so. Even though this clip ends in her failure to escape …
One of the most splendiferous bonuses of having a backyard to walk out into is those times when I do so in the midst of a visit by any number of creatures. Though some are more welcome than others (I’m holding my nose and looking at you skunks), all are wondrous reminders that even at …
Now that’s a storm! No weaksauce zero-point-zero-one-nuthin’ rainfall total this time. Just a good, old-fashioned one-and-a-half-plus inches dropped until it stopped sometime between last night and this Sunday morning. November 17: 1.68″ Year To Date: 2.31″ Follow
What’s Behind Door No. 1? The prize package emerging from this sweet looking El Camino revealed himself to me on Redondo approaching Washington Boulevard, while the treasure behind Door No. 2 flung herself directly into my ride line later in the afternoon on Sunset Boulevard just past Alvarado (click both images for the bigger pictures): …
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May I present to you 35 seconds of our calico cat Patches being… Patches. There is a perfectly and freshly filled bowl of water not 12 feet away, but after I finished the breakfast dishes and accidentally left the water trickling from the kitchen faucet, Patchy opted to hop on up into the wet sink …
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There’s an air of “Oh why bother!?” when dealing with such paltry amounts of precipitation, such as that which fell upon our Silver Lake backyard yesterday. Trying to decide where the line sits between the 1/8th and 2/8ths marks is slightly silly. But Ben Franklin once said so eruditiously, “Measurable rain is measurable rain, bitches!” …
Four years separating similar results. The colors of the flag I proudly fly have faded. As is the hope that buoyed me back in 2008. But the sense after yesterday’s election I get is that there’s a fresh determination to put politics aside and work together going forward. Operative word: forward. Let’s hope. Follow