A long stretch of Los Angeles land (and Robert). Location: Runyon Canyon, Hollywood

A long stretch of Los Angeles land (and Robert).

Location: Runyon Canyon, Hollywood

You know how people bring back stones and sand, postcards and shot glasses from their travels? If I could, I would bring back doors- colorful, ancient, broken, gold-plated, wired, age-worn… Location: Israel

You know how people bring back stones and sand, postcards and shot glasses from their travels?

If I could, I would bring back doors- colorful, ancient, broken, gold-plated, wired, age-worn…

Location: Israel

A stitched panorama of the San Francisco Bay. On a clear day, the Golden Gate Bridge would be visible directly across the Berkeley Marina. This is the view from the top of Indian Rock in Berkeley. My “backyard” is freaking spectacular!

A stitched panorama of the San Francisco Bay. On a clear day, the Golden Gate Bridge would be visible directly across the Berkeley Marina.

This is the view from the top of Indian Rock in Berkeley. My “backyard” is freaking spectacular!

Hello, I’m back from a spontaneous trip down to Southern California. I left the same day I decided to leave, so yes, ‘spontaneous’.

Here, I show you “No Cal” central Golden State, backbone of the interstate 5. The Amtrak windows allow plenty of the scenery of beautiful fields to penetrate curious eyes despite the peering into some of America’s backyards.

For those flying the friendly skies today, here are little flakes forming at 30,000 ft. altitude.

For those flying the friendly skies today, here are little flakes forming at 30,000 ft. altitude.

If you’ve ever been in San Francisco at night, after the crowds of tourists have long left for the warmth of their hotel rooms, you’ll know that there’s this certain peacefulness at seeing empty streets and vacant parking lots. The emptiness of a big city in an almost so post- apocalyptic state. Here’s a part of the city I know, a view of the ever so foggy center, from Pier 39. 

If you’ve ever been in San Francisco at night, after the crowds of tourists have long left for the warmth of their hotel rooms, you’ll know that there’s this certain peacefulness at seeing empty streets and vacant parking lots. The emptiness of a big city in an almost so post- apocalyptic state.

Here’s a part of the city I know, a view of the ever so foggy center, from Pier 39. 

Sands of a Mediterranean sea Location: Israel

Sands of a Mediterranean sea

Location: Israel

It is not down in any map; true places never are.

—Herman Melville