The sycamores are turning a beautiful ochre color and the mists lie late in the quiet valleys.
The kestrels and chicken hawks that were evident a few weeks ago are now out of sight, insulated from the shivering dawn.
I didn't have my fancy camera on the way to work this morning so I snapped this shot with my phone. Serious limitations but one works with what one has at hand.
My 93 year old buddy Mike Port was 14 when the depression hit. Was telling tales at coffee today. His dad had a junk shop and they sold burlap bags. Chased a rich guy who wouldn't pay right across the green at the Escondido Country Club in his old truck.
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have you eaten at a restaurant in Temecula called The Edge?; my uncle heard about it from his buddies at the gym; i checked their website and it looks kinda pretentious, they don't even give prices for their lunch menu; just wondering...
heard of it - haven't eaten there - sounds a little too hip.
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