Cresting a trail through Joaquin Miller Park.
In a park surrounded by oaks and redwoods, this little tree sits in the middle of a lawn, the only one whose leaves turn red in the fall.
Threw a blanket over a chair next to the desk, and Shadow went to sleep in the chair.
Morning sun hangs low in the sky.
Thanksgiving Day the park is almost empty. Almost.
Learning to make simple statements from busy scenes, about 20 minutes each.
More and more tent camps visible around the city.
Playgrounds close up
and in the distance.
At a freeway offramp, a man asking for spare change flags himself with balloons.
The local library branch was recently remodeled. It has self-checkout with OCR readers, laptops to lend for in-library use, and I just noticed usb outlets in the chairs and side tables.