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Breezy airports
Generally, I find planes and airports to be frigid places. The air movement is a good thing (especially in times of COVID), but requires extra layers. You won’t find me traveling with much exposed skin.
I’m dressed for cool travel. The airport, plane, and San Diego were chilly. My number one travel accessory is a scarf. My larger ones double as a lightweight blanket. This, small one was perfect to keep my naked neck warm.
Sweater, Urban Outfitters (consignment). Shirt, Gap (thrifted). Jeans, Levis. Hat, thrifted. Earrings, flea market. Scarf, Canvas Boutique. Belt, thrifted. Shoes, Slocyclub. Bag, A+ by Aldo.
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More motorcycle images.
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Some said when a cat winking at you is almost like he is blowing you a kiss :)
However, the wink that I got from this cool cat doesn't seems like a blowing kiss though. :(
From the archives again i have no time or energy for the camera at the moment. we had forgotten how much time a puppy take's up.
hopefully normal service will resume shortly
VW and Winnebago combo
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Compositionally Challenged Week 10: Windows and doors
Polish security guards looking somewhat like... robocops ;)
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Польскі охоронці виглядають неначе робокопи :)
In this hot and sometimes brutally unforgiving land, one last-chance rite of passage stands between the traveler on the side of civilization, with its sometimes weary fussing of noise and color, and the quiet, strange beauty of the Oatman Highway and Sitgreaves Pass, enveloped in the mystical stone arms of the Black Mountains. That rite of passage is Cool Springs.
Built in the 1920s, Cool Springs boasts a strong and unusual pedigree. Unlike its name, it has risen like the phoenix from the ashes of its own destruction more than once over the course of its still-continuing lifetime. Previous owners the Walkers, Floyd Spidell, and the Schoenerrs all fell under Cool Springs' spell and for thirty years provided travelers one last opportunity to fortify their supplies and courage before attempting the dangerous Sitgreaves Pass.
With the bypassing of the Route in the late 1950s, an inexorable downward spiral began for Cool Springs, culminating in its total destruction by fire in the mid-1960s. It lay dormant until its first resurrection in 1991 as the setting for the movie Universal Soldier, only to be destroyed again and forgotten soon after.
In 1997, Ned Leuchtner, a traveler through the area, fell in thrall to the siren song being sung in his ear. It took until 2004, but on Pearl Harbor Day, the rebirth of Cool Springs was complete, and the lights awoke once more. It's only fitting to note that they had been dark since 1966.
Today, Cool Springs offers a museum, snacks, drinks, and plenty of history and observation. Here's their website: www.coolspringsroute66.com/history.htm.
When LA natives brag to people from other cities, one of the things that comes up is "mountains to the sea." The idea is that in the winter you can hit the surf in the morning and be on the slopes in the afternoon, or vice versa. It's a story we like to tell, and it happens to be true. On the 6th I went with my friend Stalkerazzi to help on an assignment from his day job (he's a local college's staff photog): get shots of the school mascot, on the same day, playing in both the sand and the snow. We hit Mt. Baldy and Santa Monica, which if you check a map are just about 60 miles from each other.
I wore the tiger suit. Needless to say, it was a blast posing as the mascot. The weather was glorious, both at Baldy and at Santa Monica, and families were out playing at both locations. Lots of strangers wanted shots with the Tiger, of course and I was happy to oblige. We even ran into a member of the college faculty at Baldy, who you can see on the Oxy College story here:
Here's another shot, juxtaposing the sand and snow:
www.oxy.edu/Images/Managed/home_slideshow/2011_snowsand.jpg
Note, because I know people are going to ask: My 365 is a chronicle, not an inflexible set of rules. I obviously didn't take this picture, but I participated in its creation.
(06/365) (Photo by Marc Campos)