Rancho Palos Verdes, California, is a suburban city south of Los Angeles.
Part of the city overlooks the Pacific Ocean and Santa Catalina Island-- twenty-six miles away.
Today, November 27, is Thanksgiving Day here in the United States of America. It is one of my favorite holidays. At our table we take time to say something that each of us is thankful for. Most of our family won't be able to be with us, but we'll definitely be thinking of them. Pumpkin pie is one of the traditional desserts that I usually make. This good-looking pie was made, however, by the students at the high school where I teach.
This little collection of ash and debris collected in the corner of the stairs of my classroom building in Long Beach. Our school was at least 25 miles from any of the fire. There was so much ash and pollution in the air that it collected on our campus that far away from the sources.
Last spring I started a tradition of a once-a-month dinner with my neighbors. All of us are busy people who had seldom spent time together. This is a dish that P & K prepared for us at their home a few Sundays ago.
A few years ago the Port of L.A. installed lights on the Vincent Thomas Bridge. They're actually two different colors of blue because they ordered the lights from two different companies.
This scene of the Point Vincente Lighthouse, currently hanging in the Main Library, is a quilted three-dimensional piece of needlework. It's a lovely portrayal of one of the prettiest spots in Rancho Palos Verdes.
It was perfectly clear this morning. I sat on the patio to do some reading. About two hours later a brush fire broke out. The smoky sky pictured here is the result of that fire. Fortunately, the fire department put it out. No one was injured; no structures were damaged either. The firemen were finishing up when I photographed their truck.
This mural, showing individuals enjoying the San Gabriel River, is leaning on the entrance wall of the public restroom at the Forest Service Ranger Station. It reminds me of the WPA artwork that was done in various places in the U.S.A. during the Great Depression last century.
One of the joys of living where we do in Southern California is our access to the mountains and the ocean. Yesterday was a warm, sunny autumn day. My husband and I drove about an hour to the San Gabriel Mountains to ride our bicycles along a paved road adjacent to the West Fork of the San Gabriel River. I spotted this pool with what looks like liquid gold-- the setting sun.
Last Thursday night, Oct. 30, this gas station was advertising gas at $2.75 per U.S. gallon. Saturday afternoon it was down to $2.69. Now, it's dropped even more. Twenty cents in one week is incredible!
There were at least twenty-five people in line to vote at one of two precincts when the poll opened yesterday at 7 a.m. I was the fifth person in line, but the first from my own precinct. It was exciting to see so many people exercising their freedom to vote. I went by my polling place on the way home Tuesday night. There were still a lot of people at 6:30 p.m., but they were no longer lined up at the door.
Here are a few of the signs at my poll today. The line is at another polling station nearby. These citizens were lined up to vote when it opened at 7 a.m.
This bell was given to the people of the Los Angeles area after the end of the Korean War as a gesture of peace-- something we all hope and pray for on this historic election day in the United States of America.