I saw this flier on a walk thru Santa Ana one day. It got me thinking
a bit... Do teens really get jobs these days? And what kinds of jobs
are they getting? Back when I was 15, in the summer between 10th and
11th grade, I got myself a job at Carl's Jr. It wasn't a great job,
but it was 10 cents above minimum wage, and I got jobs for a couple of
my friends. Come to think of it, the average age of the counter staff
was probably about 16. I never see kids working these days. How do
they get money? Do their parents shell it out?
I watched as this girl celebrating her quinceanera, step out of a stretch Hummer limo with her friends and family. She was not shy when she caught me grabbing a snap shot. She stopped and posed in her pink dress complete with pink cell phone accessory.
Last week someone I know was on a Paul Simon kick and was playing the song Kodachrome. Recently, I took this shot at Craig Park in Brea for a friend and client of her show dog, and I haven't been able to stop looking at it, because of the combination of the beautiful pose, perfect grooming, and the "nice bright colors"
Continuing on a theme, sort of. Not really a sculpture, but I love the way Brea has incorporated the old Down Town feel into it's down town area an tied it into the artistic theme that the city uses throughout its developments whether it be corporate, industrial, or residential.
This summer my kids and I are on a mission to find all the hidden Mickeys at Disneyland. Did you know there are hundreds covertly placed mouse ears all over the Happiest Place on Earth? Yep, and we're going to find them all.
Can you see the hidden Mickey in this photo from The Magic Shop's window?
The weather was pretty wild for OC on Thursday night. As I was
driving to the Great Park in Irvine for the Thursday night bike races, I
could see lightning bolts peppering the sky every few minutes. Once I
got out on the track, it started to rain a bit on us. Heavy summer rain
drops. Not many of them, but just enough to speckle my glasses, and
make my car look a lot dirtier than it was pretending to be. The races
were over, and as I was standing in the parking lot talking to a friend,
I could see the sun slowly dropping in the west over top Irvine Great
Park balloon. It was one of those skies we don't get too often living
in SoCal, and really reminded me more of the skies I've seen in the
South. Just had to take it.