More photos, in random order, of our Christmas in the Bay Area.
Two of my daughter’s best friends came and stayed with us at my mom’s house, between Christmas and the New Year.
We went out to dinner at a local pub with some of my friends from when I was younger than the girls are now. I hope they are still friends when they get to be my age.
You should keep a few friends that knew you before you even knew yourself.
That is my opinion.
So do stuff with your friends.
Keep that bridge open. Ha! See what I did there?
Okay, I promise that the next post in this series won’t be of the Golden Gate.
Or a Civil War fort under a bridge.
Or pictures of the city taken from the bridge.
But I do have a few of these left.
Look, the spot on my lens moved… what the heck?
Pouring My Art Out 
I have returned! Momentarily anyway. Keep the photos coming. I’m surrounded by snow. It’s white, cold and treacherous. You know how it is.
I am surrounded by palm trees and beaches!
I hate you. and love you. So confusing.
I get that a lot.
I imagine it keeps things spicy.
and spacey
space, spice: it’s all the same.
If you eat enough spice, people will give you space.
Says you!
I never say nothin’
Trent’s surroundings are cold and treacherous and Art’s are warm and beacherous.
It explains so much…