Many a bird, duck and what have you are taking flight as of late. The southland skies are their highway, and they maneuver it gracefully.Last week, I saw close to 100 backlit by the morning sun. Today, a more nimble gathering of 20 was framed agai…

I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later. The same way I’ll have earthquakes on the brain for a few months leading up to a seismic event (which has been the case for a while now — you’ve been warned), I’ll have a feeling about my car. Withi…

My subjects were plentiful and diverse, cooperative and encouraging. The light was behaving. I’ve had it in my head for about six months now that I’d tackle another photography day. The last one was far too long ago — Laguna Beach in 2011. I thou…

Sometimes the unexpected moments in a day are the ones that you end up being the most thankful for. Maybe they’re things you didn’t see coming that surprise you with a moment of happiness. They could be things that you know you need to do at work …

The start of a new year often shines a spotlight on the things we know we need to do over the next 12 months, or on the path to doing those things.My weather app informed me a while ago that there is no rain in my future for the next week. On one …

Nothing like starting off a new year by accidentally almost killing my beloved, spry Golden Pothos I lovingly named Eggs. Eggs and I were united a few months back after our agency moved into our new building. I went over to the nearby Lowe’s to ad…

Earlier this evening, I couldn’t help but notice how many people were still in the holiday spirit, while others were clearly ready to move on from Christmas. The remains of sad, discarded Christmas trees littered the streets; branches had been de-…

My brother is seven years older than me, which means that when I was little, I was the annoying kid sister that had crushes on most of his friends. It also means that a lot of what he liked, I liked — because since he’s older, he’s therefore wise…

I’m sure she remembers it, as well, but one of my earliest memories is of my mom lifting me up and putting me in the child seat attached to her bicycle. That thing terrified me, as I never felt super stable in it. When I look back on it now, I see…

If honor was money, I’m fairly certain my dad would be the wealthiest man in the world. Heck — if patience was money, he’d be even wealthier. He’d put Gates to shame. He’d put Buffett to shame. If only honor and patience could ever outweigh one’s…