when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Saturday, November 26, 2011
Springtime in November
This is Los Angeles in November. There are blue skies through the California Oaks. There is nothing better for the soul than walking through the national forest and the ancient trees in the sunshine. More to be grateful for.
I love these. They remind me of ektachrome, which was my dad's favorite outdoor film.
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