It’s glorious. Go enjoy the beauty and take a piss in a clean restroom or stop in the middle somewhere for a nice bite in a restaurant.
Santa Monica is a Wild Place
Until you go to Central LA. Just drive down Vermont and Western and enjoy the scenery.
Only 91,105 People Live in Santa Monica
Feels like 1,091,105 on a Saturday night. God bless the sol.
Santa Monica Is A Jungle
How many different types of birds are out there in the trees? Always talking a lot of shit and waking me up.
Tomorrow might be…
the day your life changes forever.
Just Feel Something
It’s the goal
Men Need Hobbies
Every man needs a hobby. See those dudes obsessed with having sex with as many women possible? No hobbies. The ones depressed. No hobbies. Unhealthy, overweight? No hobbies. Hobbies are crucial to the well being on men.
Camera GAS
GAS = Gear Acquisition Syndrome. Oddly enough, I only have it with gear. Everything else in my life has been so well used. I ride my bikes until they are so beat down they need replaced or are stolen. Currently watching YouTube on a 40″ seven year old TV. My shoes are very well beaten down. I think the camera is kinda tied to creativity for me, hence the urge to play with new toys.
The Gucci of Santa Monica…
is Lululemon. The breakfast of champions. I’ve flirted with other clothing, but always come back to Lululemon. Dress up or dress down. I’ve worn their pants and button up to a wedding or shorts and tank top working out. Comfortable, cozy clothing with zippers so my stuff doesn’t fall out. If you come to Santa Monica, it’s everywhere. Alo and Beyond Yoga wishes they had the Lulu clout.
Harness Alberta’s Spirit
I was thinking about my grandma Alberta or Bert today. She was a beacon of positivity and light. She passed when I was in my early 20s. We spent a lot of time together while I was growing up. I remember we’d rent four videos from Family Video and binge watch them that night. If it was a comedy, she’d laugh the entire movie. Those days are when I was still around 10. Whenever we’d go out, it turned a 30 minute trip to a three hour trip. Wondering why? Because she knew everyone. Talked to everyone. The community loved her. She wouldn’t shut up. All she did was laugh and chat with people. I used to get frustrated with her. But it was a way of giving back that I had yet realized. I learned recently that I picked some of that up from her. I’ll do the same with random people on the street. Even if you don’t do street photography, I think it’s a good way to live your life going forward. Glad some of her spirit lives on in me.