Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
HAUNTED MOTEL AT LA JOLLA, SAN DIEGO
It was a three-floor abandoned house with balconies, and huge terraces right at La Jolla Beach in San Diego. Only this one room had an open door. While I was lurking around, trying to push one of the other locked doors, thinking we can get in and stay there - the door suddenly opened from the inside and I freaked out big time. A big guy introduced himself as a contractor, told us some bullshit stories about this motel and showed us around. We left and both agreed that he wasn't a contractor.
Monday, June 7, 2010
ANZA-BORREGO SOUTH: DOS CABEZAS ROAD
Dos Cabezas was a station on the route of the San Diego-Arizona and Eastern Railway. Its water tower remains today. The name, which means Two Heads, comes from two head-shaped boulders in the Jacumba Mountains about two and a quarter miles across a valley to the southwest. There is a spring at the base of the mountains below these boulders, and it and a nearby campsite both bear the Dos Cabezas name.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
OUR HOME
Now I know why I love this place so much. Long narrow streets, tispy old houses, broken wooden fences, barking dogs, burning sun and strong Pacific wind. Endless combinations of colors, textures, space and objects. And the way she becomes one_whole with it. Now it all makes sense.
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