Here in Petaluma there’s a pizza shop that has a rabid following as you can see from the crowd gathering by its door before it is even open. We’ve never been inside but if the crowd and the sign is any indication of the quality of the place we’re definitely missing something.
There always but ALWAYS is this damn digital addiction in our pocket or purse. It’s just got to be cut back. I’m speaking for myself of course but my guess is I’m onto a problem that you have too. I’ve deleted Twitter today and am trying to get my courage up to delete Instagram as well.
The difference in how produce tastes between east and west coasts often can be huge. Satsuma citrus is a good example. Before we left we bought a few at Whole Foods in Boston. They tasted good, much better than I expected. However, today we also bought a few at Whole Foods in Petaluma, California. Oh My God! They were astounding. Even the peel felt fresher! I was almost tempted to…
Sometimes a fleeting glance can tell a story. It may be not be accurate but so what. It’s fun to try to figure out anyway.
I love the quiet time before the city rouses itself. No horns, no sirens, only ths soft sounds of sleep slinking off.
This a picture of some wonderful woodlands in Helen Putnam park in Petaluma, California. They speak to me of the unknown and somewhat scary year we are about to face. I hope I’m wrong but I doubt it.
Bobby’s begging spot is in the doorway of the Starbucks on the corner of Beacon and Charles Streets, Boston. He’s a quiet soft-spoken guy with what looks to me like a big drinkers nose. I like him better than the aggressive little firebrand Michael who used to claim that corner.
The saying “old age is not for sissies” struck me as being appropriate for this image. This gentleman was walking very slowly and deliberately down this empty corridor. He struck me as resigned to his condition and particularly brave about it.