Every time in rains here in Baja, garbage and litter from the city flow down and end up on the beach. Most of the trash has been splintered into tiny pieces, but the larger pieces-- most notably, tires-- are whole. There's something about the way the old black rubber blends into the sand that makes … Continue reading Tijuana Tires
"All I mean is that I was very young in New York, and that at some point the golden rhythm was broken, and I am not that young anymore." -Joan Didion's "Goodbye to All that," 1967.
The NPR valentines are just too damn cute. I like this one the best: More here!