It was a bright and frosty weekend ...
... so frosty that this guy took an impressive spill coming down Cypress and wisely elected to walk his bike the rest of the way. I've taken such spills before (impressively graceless, in my case) and have various mangled derailleur parts on my key ring as souvenirs.
These days, the only "doodles" in my world are labradoodles, so of course that's what I thought of when I spotted this bumper sticker. Art classes for dogs? Would Freddie like that? Then they came back back to me — those kooky, psychedelic poster kits from the '70s. I doubt I ever finished one — I never managed to use kits for their intended purpose — but I think I used the felt pens to illustrate my first novel (in which an airplane is hijacked by extraterrestrials). Very limited edition.
Katherine is a victim of my vanity in this shot (below). Paul took four hundred pictures of the four of us, and I managed to look dopey in all of them. But I did want a close-up of our scarves. Mine doesn't show up all that well, but it's very similar to Katherine's, on the left. I admired hers a while back, and she, Jim, and Sally got me one for my birthday. :)
The Great New Year Xmas Tree Disposal
(and more runners!)
Early morning sparring
(a rogue shot from our old 'hood)
Night falls on the city ...