It's my birthday. 23 years. Spotted an American Kestrel today, and picked Meyer lemons.

When I started this, it was going to be strictly photography. . .but I've returned to limbo and I'm straying into whimsical, blog-for-no-reason territory. . .but I've never really told you much about myself to begin with, and maybe you're enjoying this, but I've been trying to play it cool. I should open up to my five viewers.

I've been birdwatching to counteract the destructive nature that LA [everything] imposes on my ego and self-esteem. I occasionally see pairs of Western bluebirds. They are special and infrequent treats for my eyes and spirit. Who can argue with bluebird?