Dog in Front of Perkins Store – Just Looking

The area around Southern California, and San Diego is beautiful. I love to hop in a car with my camera tools and wander around with a friend for a day trip, just looking at things.

This specific day we stayed close to San Diego. The farthest we got out of San Diego was Descanso, where we had lunch at the Perkins Store. The Perkins Store is the largest thing I noticed in Descanso and it has been around for quite a while in our short American History. The Perkins Store, established in 1875.

While I was walking around taking pictures of the general area, I headed back to my car, and someone had driven up to the store and left this dog just looking out the window. I thought he looked great.

So, this picture is one of my favorites from my drive to Descanso.

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Scilla peruviana – Spring 2010 – In The Back Yard

I do not know what kind of flower this is. … Do you know?

This is a volunteer flower that jumped into a planter last year, and came back this year. I again noticed it the other day and decided I would try to capture some of its colors. Eventually, all the small purple buds in the middle open like the others that are spread around the center.

It is beautiful. … I will try again tomorrow. This morning it started to get a little windy to capture all the angles I wanted to shoot.

Found it!
Botanical Name: Scilla peruviana
Other names: Portuguese squill, Caribbean lily, Cuban lily, Giant squill, Hyacinth of Peru
Genus: Scilla
Species: S. peruviana ~ S. peruviana is a clump-forming, semi-evergreen, bulbous perennial with a cluster of lance-shaped, mid-green basal leaves and racemes of nodding, deep purple-blue or white flowers in early summer.

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A Woman and a Sunset – I Love You, In The Sand

A young woman, standing alone on the beach, has written, “I Love You.”

Like honest love, spoken from a full heart of one person directly into the mind and heart of another person, the young woman knelt down, took her finger, and scribed each letter in the sand, one letter at a time. As each stroke of each letter grew with the movement of her hand, the full mantra of her thought repeated in her head, “I Love You. … I Love You. … I Love You.” …

As I look at this image, I see her hope, and feel her fear. Her words are written by her finger in sand that the tide will wash clean in a few hours. Her love, the sand, the sunset, the ocean, everything, is ephemeral, yet. … A clean sandy sunrise will still hold her words.

Once, I had a love. … “I Love You.”

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Sunset Over Point Loma

San Diego is a very pretty place. You just have to go out and walk around, and you will see it.

I had never been to the San Diego Convention Center at sunset. … Correction. I have been there, but I have been convention-ing. I had paid money to go inside and look at things. You know, things like boats, autos, … Comicon. 🙂

From this location, I could see Point Loma and define the silhouette of the Hotel Del Coronado on Coronado island. … This is shot from the High Point of the Convention Center steps looking Westward, across Seaport Village, towards Point Loma, and finally, the Sun at the edge of the world.

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Low Tide at the Ocean Beach Pier

Tides go in, and tides go out. Each tide is different depending on the location of the moon, the sun, and in reality, the rest of the universe. … But mostly, the moon and the sun.

I like the low tides because they reveal secrets of the coast normally unseen. And it is always magical to see things to the far range of their environmental envelope. The grasses in this image are under the ocean, twisting in the currents of the tidal zone 99.9+% of their lives. But on these very special days they live, like mountain climbers on Mount Everest, looking out at a world unknown to them, except in their dreams.

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Our Last Days on Earth

I love cattle, and I love steak. Still, this giant feedlot makes me a little sad.

My Friend David, and I, went for a ride up to San Francisco to visit Jens before he left the U.S. to go to work in the U.K. It was a great weekend, but we drove by this place.

Back to the cattle. … As I was putting this image up and looking around online, I came across this little snippet of information.

“Few travelers speeding along Interstate “5” near Coalinga realize that those cattle they see in feedlots next to the freeway are actually In-N-Out burgers waiting to be processed. Sure, everyone knows that burgers come from cattle, but did you know In-N-Out burgers come from these cattle?”

“That’s because the famous California-based burger chain uses the high-quality beef produced by Harris Ranch, which is really much more than a feedlot.”

On another site, I found this piece of information.

“Harris Feeding Company– the largest cattle feeder on the West Coast and 14th largest nationally encompasses a 100,000-head feed lot. At any given time there will normally be between 70-100,000 head of cattle on feed. Harris Feeding Company feeds about 1/3 of all the cattle finished in California.”

In the large image, you can see their eyes.

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The Passion Flower

I have always thought these Passion flowers were a little bit strange. When I was young, there was an old abandoned house that we could see the roof of from the street. We could not really see more than that.

Young semi-delinquent that I was, mostly just a young guy whose brain was not connected to reality, I picked up a rock with a good feel in my hand. Its weight felt perfect as I gently tossed it my hand. The house was past the very longest distance I had ever thrown anything. … I conscientiously gauged the length of the required throw, and judged that I could not possibly hit the house.

Did I also say that at that time in my life I might have been part idiot, and a major league pitcher? Because, when I reared back and stretched into my gut, I let loose such a spring of energy that the rock, when released, sailed high and far. Farther than idiot me thought possible. … No, I did not hit the house; I hit the window of the house. I heard the unmistakable crash of a rock through glass. I ran like hell and hid for a while.

When the fear of being caught fled, I walked over to see the window. It was smashed really well. But next to the window was the vine growing on the fence, and I saw the scariest flower I had ever seen. A purple Passion flower is what it was. But, it certainly looked like something from the Body Snatchers to me.

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