The Food Bank delivers . . .

On the first Tuesday of each month the San Diego Food Bank makes a huge delivery of produce to those in need. The drop off is at the Bread of Life Rescue Mission in Oceanside, CA. I grabbed my camera and took a few shots, some didn’t seem to mind, one woman yelled at me, “Please,lady don’t take my picture.” It was already too late, so I honored her request by cropping her out. The video is now on Youtube at:

The director of the mission, Steve Bassett informed the crowd I might be taking pictures for him. I tried not to be obvious as I meandered around the crowd. Bread products come from various stores and bakeries and are also handed out that day.

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Polar Vortex . . . really?

Dateline: November 6, 2014  Batiquitos Lagoon, Carlsbad CA

Time: 12PM.

Temperature: 88 degrees and sunny.

My daughter is visiting in New Jersey where it is cold and rainy. I took a few shots to encourage her  to hurry home.

The Polar Vortex is about to launch itself, are you ready?
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A few shots of the day

The lagoon is a favorite place to walk our dog  . . . just a few pics from there and a few on the way home.


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Then there was the FedEx truck coming off the freeway – way too close. Some curvy stuff to make you dizzy.
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Surfing in the round . . .

A few years ago I came across one of Gavin Hoey’s tutorials on Youtube. Since I don’t have the big girl’s Photoshop, just the Elements of it, I thought I would give it a shot one day. That day was yesterday. Took 24 of my surfing pics and in a round-about way did what I could.

Here’s Hoey’s tutorial

Who gets covered . . .

It’s not unusual to see men jogging sans shirt, always a few on this trail. This guy got out of a bright red sports car, slathered on the sunscreen and hit the trail to get his tan on.

Tan on

On the other end of semi-nudity, these two women were dressed as is their custom. I always wonder if they complain about the discomfort, they seemed to be enjoying the day.

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I really believe that California has the most active residents, at least here in Southern CA. If the truck isn’t loaded with surfboards, it might be a family load of bicycles.
Family that bikes together

I remember living in CT, and spending a great deal of winter inside gazing out the storm door while listening to the Beach Boys. If only I could live . . . dreams do come true.

Surf’s Up

They had been forecasting some pretty decent surf – and of course I wanted to be there just in case.  No board, just my old Canon. Several of my favorite shots from this morning. More to come.

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wide view one surfer

biking his board

SoCal in November

Facebook and many social media sites  were asking what did you have to be thankful for this year. Well, there are so many things . . . most of which I listed on Facebook. For WP, I just want to say I am thankful to live here in SoCal where,  even in November, people enjoy the outdoors all year.

These two were still paddling and enjoying the holiday on the water, and didn’t mind posing.
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A walk by the lake, always warm there in the valley.


It may look like a vacation paradise, but so close to home.

Then a vista with kids and grandsons.
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Pocket Dialing – is your secret safe?

back pocket secretsCarrying a cell in my purse while out with Max can be awkward. Digging through the dark hole filled with wallet, small notebook, make-up, tissues, car keys and on occasion a doggie poop bag, empty of course, can take time. So much easier to slip that cell in the back pocket of my jeans. One quick pull and my Galaxy is retrieved, ringing and showing me a photo of the caller. That would be the norm.

Now everyone has a secret.  A secret password, a secret identity, a secret friend. Even a secret bank account. Not to mention some very secret conversations. It seems that my back pocket is privy to all kinds of secrets. Some delicious, some strange,  humorous or downright frightening.

Somewhere in my Galaxy there is a deviousness that I had not expected when I first purchased this gem. Oh so attractive, oh such a large screen. Brilliant color, a camera which would accommodate my moods when not carrying my Canon. There was nothing more my Galaxy wanted to do than please my fingers as a I tapped away the hours. Right.

Now, let’s talk about “Pocket Dialing.” It happens. Perhaps my phone is on vibrate so I never hear “hello” coming from my  back pocket.  But the person on the other end, if they decide to listen, will hear all kinds of sounds. Crunching through a gravel trail, encouraging the dog to ‘go potty’ – thinking aloud about the scenery, a conversation with my partner about the state of the country and what we might have for dinner. Pretty bland stuff so I doubt no one listens for long. But, you can bet I get a call at home from the recipient of the pocket dialing.

ListeningThere have been times when someone pocket dials me. Do I listen, well on a few occasions after shouting into the phone and getting no response from the dialer.

A few years ago a client was in a motel with her young child and a male friend. To the best of my knowledge, she wasn’t supposed  to be there but at our women’s shelter for victims of domestic violence.

My phone rang. I answered. Nothing but some background noise. Then I heard a small child’s voice, and the mother call her by name. I knew that the child was more than a handful. Then the fight started. Not between mother and child, but between my client and an unknown male. It raged on and on. I was helpless. I waited to see if either of them mentioned the name of the motel. Frustrated, I hung up and wished there had been away to record the fight. In the end, I found out that the child would take the cell phone out of her mother’s purse and punch numbers, I was on speed dial. They were both okay.

In another instance, my phone and I did the same tap dance. Within in seconds I heard a familiar male voice talking with someone else. I heard footsteps, a door closing and the sound of a zipper. You  would be surprised how loud a zipper can sound when the cell is in your pocket. Click.

We have a friend who now lives in Mexico, just across the border from San Diego. He usually calls about every two or three weeks. With no caller ID on my landline, I never  know who, or what is on the other end. This day I could hear a discussion about gas and how many pesos it would be. The sound of a metal hose, the whoosh of gas being released in the tank. More footsteps. It took a few moments to recognize our friend’s voice – speaking in another language. I was sorry there was no way to get his attention.

If you have a “Pocket Dialing” story, please share it with us. Don’t be bashful, just be gutsy and spill it.

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