San Diego Harbor at Sunset

U.S.S. Nimitz (CVN 68) is at port

Manhattan in Legos

On the Santa Monica Pier

Californication???

The two fueling stations whose signs are shown below are seperated by a mere 19 mile stretch of Interstate 40 . . . and, more significantly, the Colorado River. One station is in California. One is in Arizona. Can you tell which is where? (By the way, I took both photos on Monday.)

A View Worth $30.75?

I took some photos at Redondo Beach, California today. They cost me $30.75.

Actually, the photos were free for the taking. Parking my car cost $30.75. The parking spot cost 75 cents; the parking ticket cost 30 dollars!

I had parked my car and inserted three quarters into the parking meter. I walked down to the beach and took some photos and spent a few moments enjoying the surf. I came back to my car and discovered a parking ticket on my windshield. After a couple of moments of bewilderment, I figured it out: I had paid the wrong meter. I looked for the meter-maid, but to no avail. It seems I am stuck with a $30 parking ticket.

The photos, while good in my estimation, are not worth $30.75, but perhaps the lesson learned will be.

Full Moon

Full moon over Lake Havasu City, Arizona.

The photo is grainy, but I like it.

London Bridge

London Bridge, Lake Havasu City, Arizona

Lake Havasu at Sunset

Las Vegas, from the Car

Old Dogs Learn New Tricks

I love maps. I always have. One of the favorite things I had as a child was a Rand McNally world atlas. I spent hours upon hours flipping through the pages. I studied each mach intently. I found the lists and reference materials fascinating. When other kids would spend art class drawing pictures of cars or scenes of family life, I would draw maps.

I drive a lot, and I've got a thick stack of laminated Rand McNally state maps to guide me on my way. I've often been asked, "Why don't you get a GPS locator for your car?" Until a few days ago, my standard response was, "I'm old fashioned. I like my maps." But, last week, my dad gave me his old Garmin. I used it for the first time today as I drove from Gallup to Kingman, Arizona. For much of the drive, the monotone and monotonous voice of the Garmin guide was unneeded (and slightly annoying . . . especially when I wouldn't follow "her" instructions to a tee). But, once I got to Kingman and had to find the Desert Church of Christ building, I discovered the real value of a GPS locator. My Garmin guide drove me right to the building. And, I'm looking forward to tomorrow, when "she" will guide me through the streets of Las Vegas.

Another Kindergarten Graduate

Autumn is my third daughter to graduate from Kindergarten. They grow up way too fast.