When you see things that strike you, take a picture of them, if for no other reason than to remind yourself that you noticed something.
I found Fall in SoCal. It’s at Pomona on New Year’s Eve.
Here’s to 2018! 🥂
The only place in the country that didn’t have a white one. But it was still lovely.
A group of us gathered to celebrate a friend and her birthday. Many of us had never met before, but we all shared similar viewpoints.
Some were arrived at independently, others were explored in conversation.
Some were found on the way up a mountain. They were all worth the trip.
Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with others to run at 5:30. I get the feeling that next November 16 at 5:30 won’t look like this, and I’ll wonder what the hell I was complaining about.