Don't pick the poppies!
My daddy is a guitar man. (He just turned 94 years young)
My lovely mother. She walked the whole Boardwalk.
Malibu Creek campground where we pitched our tent one night. Coyotes called.
One of our neighbors.
Crow, an early riser. He and his buddy's like grapes.
It's interesting to think that we camped in the most populated state in the nation and that our home is in the least populated state.
I cannot go to Southern California without spending time in this special canyon.
Topanga Canyon is my kind of place. (But, there aren't any wild horses.)
A view overlooking the City of Angels from one of the highest points in the Santa Monica Mountains.
Malibu. We just call it The Boo.
My folks don't live very far from where that latest oil spill happened. I took these pictures from the highway, in motion. There is no stopping or pulling over allowed right now.
Clean up crews, oil spill booms, skimmers and an offshore oil rig in the distance