Dream:

We were all in the park at the end of my street, flying kites, late in the afternoon (note:in real life, this park is not all that great a place to fly kites; there are too many trees, and a couple of buildings for them to get stuck on the roof of). I think even my dad had come. Instead of flying them from west to east, the normal wind ( Read more... )

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Gareth wanted to try to fly kites Saturday, and Avalon's had gotten its tail tangled up with a bunch of kite string. By the time I got that mess unraveled, it was an hour or two before sundown. Instead of parking on one of the residential streets across from the beach, for some reason I chose to park right on PCH where the parking meters are, ( Read more... )

Well, I have definitely got more neighborhood than yard here. I will attempt to rectify that later on. Or maybe I should just change the titles.

It was very hazy yesterday, but I like the monochrome way this turned out. The upside-down Us are kite surfers.


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The kite shop on the pier leaves kites flying on poles even after it closes. The breeze is pretty steady.


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( Let's go fly a kite.... )