Sleepless in San Diego

The nights, when the owls come alive, and mice are meekly quiescent

I love how the mist transforms the night, how it sheathes the landscape in a gossamer cloak of shadows and mysteries, captures and scatters the neon glow of street lamps, and imprints a hazy, dream-like texture to a world that suddenly does not seem so familiar after all...

Love the Hat

Esther: locked up and teased

Skateboarding

The owls return to their nest