A minimalist archive, moments in time.
The usual suspects were at it again this morning — both dogs parked on the kitchen tile, staring up like nobody has ever fed them in their lives. They followed…
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Booked a stranger's backyard pool in San Marcos — the listing kept the exact address hidden until we paid, which felt like renting a speakeasy. What we got:…
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Mardi Gras is what we came for, and the parades don't make you work for them — no tickets, just pick a stretch of St. Charles and stand there while the floats…
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Started the day at the pool in Poipu — thatched umbrellas, lava rock around the edges, the ocean just past the lounge chairs. Then out along the shoreline east…
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Ski week, day at Alta. The place has been running lifts since January 1939, and it's still one of only three ski-only areas left in the country — no…
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The holiday started indoors: a Santa in the full suit, the girls in matching deer onesies, and both dogs stuffed into plaid pajamas for the occasion. The…
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Snow was still coming down through the pines first thing, big flakes, everything loaded and sagging. By the time we got up the mountain in Olympic Valley it…
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Christmas week skiing, starting at June Mountain. The place was nearly empty for the holiday — corduroy still intact halfway through the morning, whole…
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Never left the neighborhood today and didn't need to. The sky over the water put on a full run of it — pink and purple clouds stacked up early, then a band of…
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Thanksgiving morning went to the matching pajamas: fluffy white hooded tops with ears for all four of us, red llama-print bottoms to match, and the dog in a…
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