Just a few photos I took on my phone…
From right outside the guard house where I work…
Keeping the rich people in the exclusive private community safe from poor people… like me. That, is a bird of paradise flower.
I don’t know what the green blob over on the right is. I think it is the waning sunlight doing something weird on the lens.
It isn’t the worst place to work, even though I hate it when it is busy. There is a lovely fountain shaped like a giant vase, that splashes outside my door. The flowers hang from the eaves of my little guard house.
I see lots of birds, and the occasional coyote running by.
I listen to classic 70’s hard rock when it is slow, and a British pod cast called: My Dad Wrote A Porno. You should check that out.
And of course there are the colorful hot air balloons sailing by overhead.
So yeah, it could be worse.
I guess guarding rich people has its own benefits. Kind of like a good life trickle-down.
No… it doesn’t, and no… it isn’t.