This was taken on a hike up grass mountain, one of C’s favorite hikes in all of SoCal. We do it nearly every year. This particular year, the flowers were blooming like crazy, but you had to get above the clouds to even see them. The gradient of the hillside made for a mind-breaking view.
This photo was taken with my recently-passed grandma’s Minolta Freedom Zoom 150 point-and-shoot camera on some Kodak 400 I had sitting around. I’m not sure if it was the film or the camera, but the colors turned out super bizarre, with a heavy contrast. I dig them, though.
I have never enjoyed the autoplay feature[1] that streaming services use—the thing where, after finishing an album or movie or tv episode, the service will just keep blasting content at your face until you tell it to stop. It’s a feature that feels designed specifically to erode
I ride up Mt Lukens often enough that I have a pretty good understanding of what it’s like during various seasons. In summer, it’s often crispy and sharp with fading colors. Early winter is often clear skied and stark before the rains start. But as we near fall,
I recently went on a very stupid little mini mission: I tried to hide as many user reviews that I could. I have grown sick of seeing a random person’s review of books, movies, video games, and whatever else. Some of this is nostalgia—I miss the days of
Over this past weekend, I was riding in the Verdugos. The weather was supposed to hit the upper 90s, but the temperatures were holding to a reasonable lower 80s in the morning due to some cloud cover. So, I decided to stretch out and ride through the entire range, which
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