Dawn Stroll, California, May 2017.

First light often wakes me.

Having flown suddenly three thousand miles west, a more easterly time habituation wakes me early here. As happened yesterday at dawn.

Not wanting to stay in bed, I got up, dressed, and made a circuit of the neighborhood, making right turns until I returned home.

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Old tract house with upscale modern neighbor. Plus impossibly green grass. 

There is a smell to western air at dawn. A smell you don’t smell in the east. It’s a little “sharp”. Perhaps it’s the the plants…eucalypts, sages, and many other plants here have strong odors.

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A Spanishey house, dressed for success. 

Here was a driveway, saved from “plain” by diverging rows of brick.

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Driveway, Manhattan Beach, CA

Our house in the East is called “Frogside”.

So my eyes are tuned to see frogs.

And I saw one.

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Garden decoration, Manhattan Beach, California

At this same hose, birds “sang” at the entrance.

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Silent Dawn Chorus, California

Corvids cavorted on the wires above the street.

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Caw Caw

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“No birds wanted here”, said the weighted wires at Polliwog Park.

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Arching forms at Polliwog Park

Across the street a Californirocket was poised for flight.

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One a side street, books were on offer in a very tiny library.

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Almost home, I was, when I saw a rainbow.

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Suburban rainbow, Manhattan Beach, CA

More than once I feel this trip has landed me somewhere over the rainbow, in a cloudless land of perfect days.

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