I was out again today on my bicycle with only my iPhone for pictures...
...riding and thinking and stopping to be amazed that a world with so much chaos in it can be beautiful.

It's jacaranda time again in San Diego...

chaos is a game with no rules...

the storm splinters houses,

interrupts everything...

hindsight alternatives

don’t comfort...

it doesn’t help anybody to insist

that my father

shouldn’t have started smoking

in the first place...

the trick is keeping the faith,

whatever form it takes...

it has to be enough to hope

that order will come eventually

maybe...

and not give in to despair 

when solace is brief

after the fire in dry brush

comes roaring through...

...and something called Brazilian Coral or Parrot's Beak.

The house at Upas and Sixth...

...and the Marston House at the edge of Balboa Park.