Yelapa, Mexico Coupeville, Washington San Diego, California My feet get around.
The air has been so thick it halts one’s movements like molasses. It’s the kind of heat where all you can eat is liquid. Where the contents of my west facing medicine cabinet are warm to the touch. Where upon arrival home, I strip down to my underwear, sit in the shadows of my closed blinds and practice my best frozen statue skills. The ODOT sign above the Banfield freeway has been...
Dave and I drove to La Jolla while in San Diego to watch the surfers, take photos and work on our tans. Dave took the first two photos.
Whidbey Island pt 2.