Warming at the Window
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...

Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, patient preparations so they are ready to take on the day.
Unless you really have to get in there. Then it's quite painful, the choice between the wrath of a woman or bladder damage.
What fascinated me about this composition was the contrast between the neutrals of a morning lit bathroom and the fiery mane of red hair, offset by the delicate tendrils of the lace top and the way it all worked together. A bit of meditation of my own.
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
We met Cleopatra (Cleo) on a visit to the vet for the other cat that owns us, Nefertiti (Neffi.) Nef...
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...