The last half hour of the hour-long drive to my parents' house is down a winding two-lane road. Much of it looks like this. The sign says "Fire Station: Watch for Trucks."
Sometimes when I come around a corner, I'm confronted with massive gorgeous expanses like this.
I've photographed Lotus Park before, but I stopped to photograph it again. Here's the path down to the American River.
There are lots of mossy rocks by the river.
Here's the bridge upstream.
And another view of the bridge.
That flat rock there was covered with water, which was why the sun was glistening on it so brightly.
Okay, now let's take the path back out of the park.
Near the beginning of winter, I mentioned to
This is a shop in Georgetown, a small town that nevertheless manages to be larger than my parents' small town.
These are two houses on the edge of Georgetown.
And this . . . is a completely gratuitous picture of me in my living room after I returned home. The reason for this picture's existence is that I bought this new skirt recently and I am currently so completely crazy about this outfit that it was necessary to photograph it. Really it's more the color of the shirt and socks that I'm crazy about than the skirt itself, but the skirt is a new thing to wear the shirt and socks with, and any new thing to wear peacock blue with gets me newly excited about peacock blue all over again. Does anybody still remember my desperate craving for peacock blue clothes last summer? That's when I bought this shirt. I'm still crazy about its color. Maybe soon I should go on another mission to buy everything of that color in existence.
Oh, and here's another one of me! My mother just emailed it to me. My father took this picture just last Saturday, three days ago, in Old Sacramento, where we were having lunch with my maternal grandparents for my mother's birthday. From left to right, it is my brother, me, my grandparents, and my mother. Purple is an excellent outfit color too!