As you can see, Robin put me in the car and drove me to a secret undisclosed location. Once there, I took this lovely picture of the Angeles Mountains. Is that snow I see on top? Words like majestic fail miserably to describe the true grandeur of these peaks.
One the way home, I took a quick, cheap shot of some of the superheros. Superman, my neighbor, seems to have left our block. That depresses me beyond words. I looked up to that guy so much! And just his apartment windows were works of art, dedicated to the man who is “faster than a speeding bullet.” I much prefered looking at his windows than at You-Know-What, but I’m not here to tirade.
Then there’s this ironic shot that begged to be taken: