This post is mainly pictures because sometimes images speak louder than words, or whatever. No, actually, I’m just super busy and feeling horrible about how I have all these gorgeous photos of Death Valley sitting on my computer doing nothing. So, Death Valley. Continue reading
Some people complain that I am hard to keep track of. Hopefully this will help clear things up. Read this post and then we’ll be all caught up for 2013 and I can stop talking about myself (just kidding, I run a blog, that’s not going to happen). Continue reading
I guess this week’s theme is sunsets. But it was either that or one of the many instagram photos I took of gyros at the Farmer’s Market. And while gyros are delicious and all, they’ve got nothing on a good sun-on-fire-sky-burning-orange kind sunset. Continue reading
I know what you’re thinking–enough with the fog. And I totally get you…I’ve been telling the weather that ever since I moved to coastal California and it hasn’t listened to me either. But seriously, a photo essay on fog makes sense right now. If it helps, you can look at it as a metaphor for my brain. This is my brain on finals week. This is my brain two weeks out from college graduation. Continue reading
As some of you may know, I have a bit of an unhealthy Instagram obsession. I am still convinced that Instagram is really the only reason for having a smartphone. (I suppose GPS comes in handy once in awhile.) I do acknowledge, however, that Instagram is not real photography and that some people (not me, of course) abuse it. Continue reading
The last time I went whale watching was off the coast of Maine circa 2003. I was 12 years old, there were 40-foot swells and I vomited into my mother’s favorite hat. Naturally, we didn’t see a single whale. Since then I’ve been a little cynical about whale watching specifically and boats in general. Sure, I dream about sailing the Mediterranean (I mean,who doesn’t?), but in the dream I am always sitting on the deck of a 20-foot sailboat in calm green-blue waters, watching the sun set over Corsica while sipping a glass of Chianti and eating fancy Italian olives. It’s a great dream, but in reality, I get seasick. Continue reading
Up until a few weeks ago, I didn’t know what Big Sur was. I knew it was a place. And I knew it was a nice place because whenever it came up in conversation everyone half-closed their eyes and sighed and said “oh mmm Big Sur, gorgeous.” And then, since it was too late to ask for clarification (is it a park? a mountain? a beach? a taco joint?), I would follow along. “Oh mmm Big Sur, gorgeous.” Continue reading
So, if you’re like me, you’re probably curious what it’s like to be a sea lion. Or maybe you’re not, but whatever, this is my blog. And while I don’t have any first hand knowledge on this topic, I have been conducting some pseudoscientific observations. This might sound impressive, but it’s really not because the sea lions in Monterey have got to be some of the world’s most tourist friendly wildlife. Continue reading
This is my first blog post about food. Ever. Considering how much I love eating, this is astonishing. So why have I never written about food? To be honest, I’m a little intimidated by food bloggers. Really, when it comes down to it, I’m just not a food snob. (Macky is rolling his eyes right now but I would argue that falling short of “human-garbage-disposal” does not a food snob make.) Continue reading