The hound and I have been out and about this week. Temperatures soared once more. At times the light had a flat brightness that could cut glass.
In Memoriam
Casting my mind back, one of my favourite early memories of Joe Ruggiero is from England in 2012. We were already seasoned US residents at that point, or so we thought.
Water's Ways
I found myself this afternoon. Amidst the aisles of one of Americana’s chief meccas with my husband and daughter I was busy alongside everyone else’s business.
Perpetual Afternoon
We sit on the sand. The roaring wind muffles the rising curve of the ocean. She’s wrapped in a makeshift blanket fashioned out of a tiger towel.
Of Cupid, Murder and Mayhem
We’re up and about early this morning here; basking in the glorious Southern Californian sunshine. Summer decided to pay February a visit last week and the temperatures soared into the eighties.
Confetti of Light
I surface, as if from an enchanted slumber, surrounded by waves of light and sound. Gazing out across that endless landscape of fluid blue I watch a week brought to a perfect close slip away below the horizon.
Sunshine Snowfall
I sat on the sand yesterday as the ocean washed away the old year and ushered in 2022 on the crest of each wave. I remembered all over again why sitting and staring out into the endless blue is just about my favourite aspect of Californian life.
Buckets Of Tears
Reader, we didn’t catch that plane. Hemmed in and trapped by a vast body of water, land and distance and current circumstance we cancelled everything on Saturday.
Child In Danger
It’s still unseasonably warm and sunny here, even for Southern California. If it wasn’t for our imminent departure for London and colder climes I think we might fly off the edge of the world altogether.
A Shining Quiet
I’m out and about with the hound in the bright crispness of an almost December morning. After a week or so where the temperatures suddenly decided to play at summer heat, the seasonal chill in the air is welcome.
Of Hounds And Other Essentials
We’re back by the fountain again. The sun is casting his forever shine and across the way in the courtyard of City Hall a large ceremonial gathering of the local police department celebrates some occasion of importance.
Sugar and Candy
The sunset streets unfold around me as I move towards the freeway listening to Handy Dandy and thinking about America. He has long been a favourite of mine this insouciant protagonist full of braggadocio and vulnerability in equal measure whose very name itself means simple and easy