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

A breaking wave holds almost more beauty beneath than from above. The chaos and power that brings a wave to shore, hundreds of tons of water throwing itself at the beach, the opposing forces that dive beneath it that cause it to fold, are absent from the sand below, you only feel a gentle push and pull, you get to watch the action of the vortex of tons of water battle above you in an eddy of calm.
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Say what you want about California, about the overabundance of liberals, about a corrupt and bankrup...
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
I am an early riser. Like 4:30 A.M. It gives me time to sip my coffee, lounge around a little before...