I looked down and this is what I saw on the sidewalk. Aren't you glad Hillary will be opening the X-files?
Walking home along the Great Highway
Thank you, Peter and Anne!
The Scream
Encountered on The Coastal Trail of all places. (Not my googly eyes.)
Spots
The Gang
work in progress
Treasures from this evening's walk, and a tiny piece of a new mural at 3rd & Clement by Jason Jägel
I know what you're thinking.
"What next. What else could there possibly be out there for her to drag home."
Thank you, Lucille!
Lunch was so wonderful. Salmon, vegetable overflow, sparkling wine, cheese, lavash, melon.
But the best thing is always the talk.
The view from my desk
(the one in bed, that is.)
In case you forget:
Spotted while walking down Balboa Street
Early morning sun. P.S. Isn't Ranunculus the most ridiculous name for that little yellow flower?
"A WIND ADVISORY MEANS THAT WIND GUSTS OF AT LEAST 45 MPH ARE EXPECTED. WINDS THIS STRONG CAN MAKE DRIVING DIFFICULT... ESPECIALLY FOR HIGH PROFILE VEHICLES. USE EXTRA CAUTION."
It was so windy! We don't really have to worry too much about driving a high profile vehicle, but walking down the Great Highway this afternoon was certainly interesting.
Art Galleries Are Very Serious Places
Tom, Karim, Peter, and Carmen at FOG
Walking home on Anza Street
The most beautiful package in my mailbox from a sick Cricket who couldn't make it to Breakfast Club this morning. She can't talk (laryngitis) but man can she wrap.
The book is called The Joy of Swimming: A Celebration of Our Love for Getting in the Water by Lisa Congdon. I especially love this spread done in watercolor.
Road Map
Ocean Beach 6:25 p.m.
Ocean Beach 7:28 p.m.
Fearful Poetry Workshop
The Food Table, an essential element of any workshop.
It's actually called The Fearless Poetry Workshop. But since I signed up last year and chickened out at the last minute, I call it the Fearful Poetry Workshop.
Tonight was our first meeting. There are 12 of us plus Julie Bruck, who leads the group.
Tonight we each brought a poem we had written as a way of introducing ourselves. One thing I liked was that all the poems were relatively short. And some I could even understand.
Ocean Beach 7:04 p.m.
Found on Ocean Beach