Blooming

Blooming

Here’s a neighborhood landmark, located on the corner of the street above mine. For a long time, no one’s paid it much heed; the sign’s been “just part of the landscape.” Until just the other day. I drove by, glanced to the right—and saw that the sign stood alone....
The Scenic Pine

The Scenic Pine

One of the farthest points of my neighborhood is a hard sandy strip of open land which I call “the lookout.” From there, I see the Pacific and La Jolla Cove to the west; to the east lies an expanse of settled land, then the distant Cuyamaca Mountains. And at the...
Impact

Impact

The Pinot Noir aisle in BevMo. I was slowly working my way shelf to shelf, section to section, frowning and muttering. Bottle after bottle of wine, label after label, description after description. A clerk, a burly fellow, asked. “Anything I can help you with, ma’am?”...
Of Trees and Crows

Of Trees and Crows

A moody November afternoon and I’m at a local shopping center where I usually go to use the ATM, market, or post office, or meet up with friends at Starbucks. But today the primary feature is the sycamore trees—and what’s flying around in them. I’ve been studying and...

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