Blue pickup, a photo from Coronado. See it larger at my photoblog, The Occasional Odd Crop.
Your logo here, my latest San Diego photo. See it larger at my photoblog, The Occasional Odd Crop.
Saw this when I was stopped at a light, and shot it from the car. Sometimes you get lucky.
Giant Dipper, my latest San Diego photo. See it larger at my photoblog, The Occasional Odd Crop.
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A couple more photos of the pelican at Ocean Beach pier. You can see these larger at my photoblog, The Occasional Odd Crop.
As I mentioned yesterday, this is the closest I’ve ever been to a pelican. I was pretty proud of myself for not scaring it off.
But maybe I shouldn’t have been. If Shuwen Lisa Wu is right, this pelican is famous for posing on the pier. Does anybody know more about this critter?
In any case, I’m happy with my photos of this flying dinosaur.
Fallen bloom, a photo from my front yard. See it larger at my photoblog, The Occasional Odd Crop.
As much as I like black and white, sometimes a photo *is* all about the pretty colors, and when that happens, you just need to embrace it.
The steps on the footbridge connecting Petco Park and the San Diego Convention Center aren’t all that steep, but still, this guy’s braver than I am.
Condensation and the Columbia, my latest photo from Astoria, new at my photoblot, The Occasional Odd Crop.
In some ways, Astoria has changed a lot in the 17 years since I moved away. As a visitor in town for just a couple of days, I most enjoyed the addition of the Riverwalk, a 5-mile paved path along the Columbia River. It’s a great way to see Astoria’s best feature.
There was also no place like Coffee Girl when I lived in Astoria. It’s a nice little coffee shop in a 135-year-old cannery building sitting over the river.
Coffee Girl might never have happened if Starbucks hadn’t happened first, but I don’t care. It was 43 degrees with a bit of a breeze when we - me, my son Brad and his daughter, Fiona - went for a little stroll on the Riverwalk. When we were done, I was thrilled to have a place to sit and drink a cup of hot tea (something I never do at home in San Diego, by the way).
From my point of view as a tourist, Coffee Girl and the Riverwalk are welcome additions to the town. In other ways, Astoria hasn’t changed a bit, but I have. Before I drove out of town, I stopped at a fast-food burrito place for lunch. It was in the low 40s and raining. In San Diego, weather like that would keep me and just about everybody else in San Diego huddled indoors.
But in Astoria, it was just another day in late December. The burrito place was packed, and plenty of people were on the streets, just doing what they do, usually without the aid of an umbrella, or even a hat. Meanwhile, my other son, Kyle, was spending the day putting in about 70 miles on his racing bike.
I should have remembered that kind of toughness from the seven years I spent in the Astoria area. I shouldn’t have been surprised. But I was.
Theo Jr., one of three new San Diego photos in my latest post, Boats on the bay. See them at my photoblog, The Occasional Odd Crop.
My photos are usually more about shapes and textures than colors, but this is one time I needed the riot of color. The blue and green water, the orange rust - those were vital parts of this scene. This is probably worth reworking in black and white, but not today.
Underpass, Union and C, my latest photo from San Diego. (I had to come home from New York sometime, I suppose.) See it larger at my photoblog, The Occasional Odd Crop.
People of New York, I love your city.
The guy in the cast, by the way, was watching a skywriter. And don’t those three guys strolling along the High Line look like they just came from shooting a vodka commercial?
