That Almost-Thanksgiving Feeling

The Coastal Trail   5:00 p.m.

Little Moon

Ocean Beach   5:10 p.m.

view from the top of the snicket (by Cricket)

There's this kid who lives across the street. She loves words and writing and she informed me that "snicket" is another word for alley (or street). We started calling our street the snicket and decided her name should be Cricket. After all, she's bright and shiny and full of chirps––and she's always hopping across the snicket.

Not only does Cricket write middle grade fiction––she's fallen in love with painting, too.

Yesterday when I was in Green Apple Books, she texted me this photo of a piece she'd just finished called view from the top of the snicket, signed xo cricket.

I think this is only the 5th or 6th painting she's done. Crazy.

Good Fence

And some day soon we might buy a plant.

Spotted on Taraval while waiting for carryout.

What Cold Looks Like

Ocean Beach  5:03 p.m.

Ocean Beach  5:01 p.m.

Found on the Beach

I know a cat named Elsa.

Ocean Beach       ...It's only 5:12. No wonder I'm not getting any work done.

I love Gemma Correll.

Walking home down the Great Highway. It's already dark at 5:42 PM!  

Stormy Monday

Ocean Beach   5:30 p.m.