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There is something so enticing about a quiet backyard coffee joint where they have old, framed black-and-white photos hanging right on the fence. Wherein one person is Matrix-style avoiding a high-kick swipe to the the jaw. And in another one, the dude is just being, you know, a Dude.

This is what people think of when they think of San Diego in March (or February, when this photo was taken). What you can’t see: the cluster of homeless people just to the left that yelled at me when I walked past. One guy had just puked. There was a dog among them. My friend said, “Let’s go by them together. Better to walk by that way.” I hate that what she said is true and I hate that this is a very real part of what San Diego is now.

But you can’t see any of that in this shot. Just look at how blue the sky is.

So, no, we don’t get a lot of snow in San Diego. It happened 44 years ago. Flakes were also reported in 87 and 90. Phew, slow down, weather.

What we do get is beautiful petal snow falling from the Dogwood trees. A lot fewer snowballs, though.

Tortilla Wrestler was just hanging around outside in the back of Java Jungle in OB. His little feet had been nibbled by something. I’d like to think by maybe a mouse or rat and that T.W. spends his evening hours after all the human patrons go home fighting rodents in little shiny capes with masks covering their tiny faces with their whiskers poking out.

Of course, T.W. from OB always wins.

These are taken with my iPhone with the olloclip attached. The second shot has the wide-angle lens removed so the macro is in use. Pretty much love it.