Pink Afternoon
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...
Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
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