One in a Million

One in a Million

I was on high ground during a hike today. The trail was on a ridge that allowed for a 360-degree view of Lakeside, full of houses, streets, commercial buildings, schools, and the like. Beyond were mountains, all around — it was a beautiful view. My carpool group had split. One had gone back to the car early, and half of the rest of us decided to make a loop and go back by the streets. Me, I decided to take…

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Afoot and Afield

Afoot and Afield

I like to say that I started hiking in January 2014, but really, I’ve hiked long before then. Probably one of my earliest memories is of me walking somewhere in the Philippine countryside, temporarily losing sight of the adult accompanying me. The fear was so strong I had a nightmare soon after of getting lost, and I woke up crying. My first real hike was in the sixth grade, at sixth grade camp. Honestly, I don’t remember much about it…

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Mobile Union’s Hero Watercolor Pencils

Mobile Union’s Hero Watercolor Pencils

It rained all weekend, so I spent some time with a set of Hero watercolor pencils that I have and made myself a color chart. See above. My first set of watercolor pencils was by Derwent, and it had 6 colors. It was what I could afford at the time, and they were pretty good. But this Hero set that I have has 72 watercolor pencils, and they cost about the same as a Derwent or Prismacolor 12-pack or 24-pack….

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The Gift That Keeps On Giving

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

I’m aware the inauguration is today. It’s a distant event that holds little interest for me because my own little world holds my attention right now with a fierce two-handed death grip. Whoever randomly broke my windshield last week has set off a chain of events that continue to plague me. I got the new windshield installed on Monday, but the guy installing it warned me that the windshield wipers may need to be replaced or fixed soon — not…

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Random Acts of Violence

Random Acts of Violence

Last Friday, I carpooled with friends to hike El Cajon Mountain, and when I got back, I saw that someone had bashed the windshield of my car. At first I thought it was a freak accident and looked around for whatever had hit my car — rocks, road debris, whatever — but I couldn’t find anything amiss. The windshield had been hit dead center, and in the middle of the rings of shattered glass was a long rectangular depression, so…

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