Farm fresh and morning glory

It's a ritual and everyone I see seems
to relish going to the Farmer's Market.

It's time to stroll, peruse, and partake in samples of all sorts of wonderful food....

I heard talk of long unemployment, and
others talking of super fresh greens
and what they'd be cooking.


Little girls with names like Paloma
dressed up for the event with their
pals....ready to gear up in their red riders.

I like the site of morning glories.....
wild and so beautiful in the sun.

Back to where I am come from

It's easy to head for home on a no-traffic day,
all the people have gone on their Thanksgiving
breaks, it is just locals setting out to drive.





And while I like to be surrounded by a
serene environment for a great Thanksgiving
dinner, it occured to me that I really just
craved more home-spun choices.


And in an attempt to combine them both,
we cut away from the
well - appointed
servings, and made it towards some
more industrial strength fare.

Bless the weather

The winter light drops precipitously
and I speed on the bike to catch a glimpse
of the amazing skies.

I find them incredibly beautiful before and
after a rain, which for CA is breaking news.









Let the stormy clouds chase

Everyone from the place

Come on with the rain

I have a smile on my face

I walk down the lane







































And as for the blue tongue - we ate
blue tortilla chips in celebration
of Thanksgiving. And as new fangled
as blue chips are, they leave an
indelible impression.

Minimizing in a new cafe standards world

In my neck of the woods,
life continues to
perculate along.


I am amazed to
see so many
relics of a
bygone
era.




From the oldie but goldie
Post Office which
has 80's tunes blasting outta
the speakers, and never a
too terribly long line....

to Jessie,
the veteran
barber.

Just minutes
before, I had
observed the
one customer
in there....
and without
sounding
well totally un-pc,
this gentleman
must have been
a truly loyal
customer, as
he was fairly
follicly challenged.

A day at the races.....

The races have
their own
culture...















Diminutive
jockeys












Avid betters,
odds talleyers
and purse
dispersements.














and scavengers
take part
in the
bounty
there.






















It's a world
unto itself


and something
I can just
spectate.

Foggy night

Surreal surroundings
this evening.






Misty fog creeped in...

It made for a mysterious backdrop to some already densely forested
terrain.




I like the fog light.

































See what another
evening might
look like without it.

Birds perch, stand and swoop

Sometimes I am amazed
at what
I see ...









Lots of
bird zones
along the
roads












and playa





























and fisherman's
route back.

Thunderous Overhead and Heads Over

Guess I like contrasts or
at least subtle ones.






Making it throught LA's
massive and thunderous
roar of traffic lends
one to day dream a bit.
Slate grey trundles
holds hurtling
traffic.



By 7p, the traffic opens
up, and the roads are
semi-crawling after the rush hour

A dumpster diver for the spot
we find ourselves in.