Yesterday, on an excursion to a place called Grassy Hollow where Carl and I headed for some much-needed nature, I read an article on th...

Reader, Sophie is full of grace. She's a little lady. She loves to be outside. Really, that's all she wants to do -- to be outsi...

A very long time ago I held the baby in my arms in a brown and cream-checked easy chair, rocking back and forth while she screamed. Brea...

What's happening with you? We're living large out here in Covid-California times. I haven't posted in over a week, but I...

"Here all is strange" I was feeling beside myself  over the weekend. I got in my car and headed north on the PCH toward Malib...

More and more I'm thinking of resilience and sorrow all mixed up together. Meaning, on waking, I want to sleep but not because I wan...

Dear Leader, We are writing you as two of your most devoted followers, filled with excitement at the prospect of seeing and hearing you ...

I becomes she.  She leaned her forehead on the cool green tile of the dining room table, the peonies' blowsy above her, their blo...

photographer: Henry Beglinger Just some thoughts and observations in no particular order and not meant to be tied together or have a le...

Los Angeles, CA May 31, 2020 It is bigger than everything and anything, what is going on. No question mark. On this beautiful Monday ...

No photo today. The helicopters are circling, have been circling since yesterday afternoon when a peaceful protest turned into an afternoo...

Our country is broken, but many of us aren't. Throw your body in and do something. You don't need visuals to feel empathy...

Grace's Warbler by Carl Jackson @mo_better_birds to Carl My love, my Bird Photographer, is a black man and not a day goes by th...

I'm just going to repeat that: It's not too much to ask you to wear a fucking mask and stay home. The pandemic isn't ...