Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
I am far too technical most times, everything must be planned and there has to be an end goal. Reten...
A friend was touring Southeast Asia this summer and posted the most amazing pictures of his travels....
Another glorious view from my back door of the setting sun spiked with palm trees against the bright...