Photos soon

The boy and I had adventures and traveled like gypsies. The city of angels mostly.

We saw our dear friends in the toy factory. Matador beach with wine and creamy cheese and naked boys.

Surprising uncle Bear with old friends and toasts and roasts.

Further south there were marine mammals and dog beach--where we saw the poop karma principle in action. Leaving it better than how you found it.

Meeting old friends to see all girl 60s music. Mexican food. Fun at the house of blues. The beautiful friends and family who showed up for the show, those who laughed and spent an afternoon over an ecceletic lunch. Actors committed to their parts, a range of comedic and tragic. Loving friends on a canyon road and bbq and tea.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.